I took today off, still got lots of leave
And I've spent all afternoon just writing
And writing on until the close of eve
It's nearly eleven, now I'm starting
Today's sonnet, oh yes, and I'm starving
But I've not stopped for a moment to eat
Not since lunchtime. It's been quite exciting
To be so gripped, to be in writing heat
Two long new poems, redrafted, complete
And several short ones, some found in the leaves
Of my orange notebook, left there waiting
To be rediscovered and made more neat
And some brand new. I had so much to give
Because no noise had disturbed my sleeping
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