I should have 318 by now.
I'm at two-sixty six. That's
short by fifty two. This poem-a-day
pace kills me each November. It
gets so I don't even care to rhyme.
See? Is this poem? Does this count?
Well sure it does. Look at it. It's in
that sort of
"versified" blocky format. It's clearly
free verse. Or at least, very cheap
verse.
Two sixty seven.
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