While the little sugar seekers are out I figure is the best time to cloister away in a darkened house and post the Saturday Edition. This will also serve as a good stimulus to post early, which is what I have been trying to accomplish anyway.
The Poet's Corner
As I sit here in my niche
My nose begins to itche.
I cannot tell why,
Or even try
Not to flinche or twitche, for I itche!
(Ha! You thought somehow I would work in a witche, didn't you)?
That's it for tonight.
Good night!
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