No, I do not like that best
Up every morning with the lark
Or fidgety in winters dark
Then once all the chores are done
Off I go down the park for a run
Must confess there are times
I sit still writing rhymes
Words now flow freely from my brain
What a great hobby to keep sane
Cup of coffee by my side
Interruptions I do not abide
Once the poen has been writ
Ponder what you'll think of it
It's evening now so off to bed
In morn will check what you have said
Of mine and see what others do
And comment kindly on your work too
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