I’m sitting in English with nothing on my mind,
writing a poem that has no rhyme.
It is not very brilliant but so far it’s good,
for it’s journal time in my neck of the woods.
If it was my choice, i would not write but,
I try with all my might.
So my poem is now done, I have work to do.
And now I’m saying goodbye to you.
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