A nice cup of tea, and a quick sonnet
Tonight I think I'll write some more thoughts down
About what? Well, just about this and that
Preliminary musings that might turn
Into something coherent and full-grown
But probably won't. I should play guitar
There's a music night Thursday in Bolton
If I'm doing a song I won't get far
Unless I choose one to do, a cover
Or one of my own, and I will regret
It if I don't plan and practise. The sound
Carrying through the walls is what I fear
I don't practise singing here, just think it
While strumming. It makes me feel like a clown
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