The easy way out
Shift work has ruined my sleep
Days run together
A momentous day
Part Seven Part Two comes out
Are there tickets left?
Keys not meant for words
W, A, S, and D
Think fast, or be killed
I wrote a poem
It was short, like this one is
It had more meaning
Ten holes, Twenty reeds
It rocks you all the time, too
Like inward singing
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