everybody should write a sonnet
as soon as they arise each day at dawn
grab a pencil and get right on it
before they even put their undies on
because buddy it seems to me
although nobody asked me for my view
the world can not get enough poetry
because it is always beautiful and true
true, these are the end times
the encroaching darkness can not be rolled back
and polishing your syllables and rhymes
will never get the cosmos back on track
roses are red, violets are blue
you got to do what you got to do
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