Deadlines

I almost forgot.
I need a poem.
Just like my hair
Now needs a comb.

That was questionable.
I’m in a hurry.
It’s a poem a day,
I have to scurry.

This was horrible.
Tomorrow will be good.
At least we can hope.
Let’s all knock on wood.

Amen.

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