I’ve written each
In one sitting
Save for some
Where it’s not fitting
No time to wait
No hands for knitting
The words together
As they roam flitting
And should the day come
Of my committing
Padded cells
A madman spitting
I’ll scrawl the walls
No strength in quitting
For to lose the art
Is unbefitting

-Galwyn

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