
Fingers poised
I sit and wait
I started early
And now it’s late!
Well, half past eight…
Fingers type
And they create
A rhyme of sorts
But nothing great…
Yet still they tap
The jeys with grace
Well, they did until
That one mistake…

Fingers poised
I sit and wait
I started early
And now it’s late!
Well, half past eight…
Fingers type
And they create
A rhyme of sorts
But nothing great…
Yet still they tap
The jeys with grace
Well, they did until
That one mistake…
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