On my roof
Before it rains the rest of the week, I
climb a ladder, three
times, carrying materials for repair.
The man who built the roof, was far from a fair
roofer, not putting new metal beneath the
older metal, so I knew why
it leaks. Like a poet,
I edit his flaws
and now it can rain,
rain,
rain.
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Wow! I really like how this ends with that repetition