Poem 430 – 24:00

The day is over and so this song
Must close the mighty throng
Of four-and-twenty verses with little merit or skill;
Perhaps they gave a little thrill,
But if they did not, take comfort that
They end here, and that is that.

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Dear readers,

The response to this has been incredible, if ridiculous. I’m glad that you like the poems, and seeing the good response roll in all day has been fantastic. Thank you all.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic