Day 34: Instead
I've fallen asleep on the keyboard,
So I shut down, oh, I'm so tired;
But having hurt my forehead,
I got awake, enough to post this, instead.
Each day I'll write, A poem that's bright; Or dim, maybe, Next year we'll see.
I've fallen asleep on the keyboard,
So I shut down, oh, I'm so tired;
But having hurt my forehead,
I got awake, enough to post this, instead.
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