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In my 4 AM wisdom, I wrote a canny poem, Unfortuna

In my 4 AM wisdom,
I wrote a canny poem,
Unfortunately,
The paper crumbled, 
Ink spilled, 
Words jumbled,
And all I could read,
In the later hours
Of a scathing morning, 
Between blots of ink, 
"Well, you tried" Not all masterpieces see the light of the day, some crumble within the dreams of yesterday.
In my 4 AM wisdom,
I wrote a canny poem,
Unfortunately,
The paper crumbled, 
Ink spilled, 
Words jumbled,
And all I could read,
In the later hours
Of a scathing morning, 
Between blots of ink, 
"Well, you tried" Not all masterpieces see the light of the day, some crumble within the dreams of yesterday.