I hurriedly washed the Good Morning wishes among
My dresses mistakenly in the washing machine
And put on the cloth line in an early morning hour,
And left for the nearest market to buy provisions.
Later, in the afternoon, I found the good morning
Was almost dried like a hard piece of banana chip;
I picked it up forthwith and forwarded to whom it
Was intended for, with the standard packing details
Quoted on it: making time: today early morning,
Expiry time: before Good Night coming with sweet dreams!
(Composed with 13-syllable lines)
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