In Celebration

This will not be
A long post from me
And not because
I'm out of words
Because I am not
Not even after
I've done writ
Ten good thousand words
And counting yes
Since the day began
Yeah I feel like the man

 And not at all tired
I even feel inspired
Not to do it all again, 
Because back to back tens
Is a little much
When the need ain't there
But I will dare
To climb the mountain high
I look but at
Each good day
Which is to say
I'm always beginning anew
It's what I do

 So not the ten
But maybe four
As how much more
Do I need to write
When I'm in control
And the million words
Is surely mine
It's only a matter of time

 This was not a long post
And not because
I lacked the words
But because the time it came about
For me to shout
Hip hip hooray
I had a writer's day
Where I harvested long
And hunted hard
All yes past the point
Of ten good thousand words
And I'd write more
If the day was longer
But no it ain't
So I'll have to be content
With how the day went
Because it was good
And I be done
Most happily yes indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
10-04-19

Time 
23:36-23:53=17

Word Count
218

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