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A poem from 2017 I wrote in a nice notebook.

This poem's a test

so surely it's s**t

Pages with no lines

See, I've already missed

It's so hard to read

and stinks like the pits

I'm ineloquent

and an idiot

Although, I'll admit

that I like the sound

of this pen on these sheets

like boots on the ground