6/14 of a Sonnet
And we’re gonna write a poem somehow,
even if the neighbors are being loud,
and coffee casually drip dots the page
so that we don’t notice it right away,
and now there are tiny luke warm smudges,
but where good verse should be, it spells nothing.
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Catchy title 🙂
Thank you, I am often very silly. 😊