Let's be honest here.
Not every day is a poetry day, and not every day do I want my lines
to fall
into even breaks.
In fact, when the clouds hang oppressively low like this
(who am I kidding, they're not oppressive),
I feel no creative juices at all.
Is that a cliche?
I don't think I particularly care.
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