Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Six minutes until the turn of the clock.
Five minutes until I must get up.
Four minutes to muse and delight myself.
Three minutes to ponder the nature of self-
Two minutes to groan that it's not enough.
One minute to let the poem sort itself.
Six minutes is for one poem full enough.
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