Close Calls and My Unintentional Confession That I’m A Wimp Who Doesn’t Know What “Staying Up Late” Means

Some days I stay up too late…

Like right now. (It’s 11:38)

Thanks to my late bedtimes

I’ve kept up with daily rhymes

And not yet inspired your hate.

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