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a poem
A chapter in the book Random Rhyme and Petty Prose
Sunday Night Poem
by Bill Schott
You write a poem on Sunday night
because somehow it just seems right,
but then there's noise and brilliant light;
your pencil hits the floor.
Nothing more.
You write a poem on Sunday night
because somehow it just seems right,
but then there's noise and brilliant light;
your pencil hits the floor.
Nothing more.
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