Penultimate-icity

I sat to write four-dozen things;
I’ve written forty-seven.

The sun is golden in the sky,
And kind of looks like heaven;

As peace falls on the wintertime,
That’s constant, and abiding,

And I sit here, right after this,
For one more bit
Of writing

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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