A canon-ball sent by the Gods,Gleaming through the woods divine,
Has landed at my humble door
N' washed my heart with ruthless whine.
"Arise, awake, n off u go"
Whisper my friendly woods to me,
"Don't dare look up at the canon balls,
Or u'll set off in the poetic spree"
"hehe....i say, poet? me?
Have i ever heard you crazier than this?"
And lo-behold, now that I can't stop scribbling,
Lines 2s and 4s meet a rhythmic kiss.
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