Poetry Can Wait
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Shaun Cronick
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God it's so late,
Better get to bed.
Too many thoughts,
Running round my head.
Need to switch off,
I need a little sleep.
Gather those thoughts,
Stack them in a heap.
The poetry can wait,
Tomorrow's another day.
Patience is a virtue,
All good Catholics say.
Strike while the iron is hot,
Is an idiom you can keep.
One tonight I shall ignore,
For I'll be counting sheep.
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