I wrote a poem, and then kept it unknown
There are some thoughts I think are better not shown
Though they may translate well to words
Some are not deserving of being heard
Others are simply the whinging of tired soul
Trying to make excuses for some glaring hole
Some fault or flaw or believed misperception
Whining as he offers his own ‘correction’
Instead I shall tell you of your poet’s restraint
A good thing for a sinner who longs to be a saint
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