Short Hop

No time to think
On this short flight.
My mind is full
On this cold night.

The passengers
Are half asleep
And the other half
Don't dare to peep.

My eyes are dry
But they won't close.
Too much going on
Inside my clothes.

So I'll write this poem
And use this time
To practice verse
And perfect my ryhyme.

Tomorrow night
I'll get more rest
Save up my strength
To do by best.

So goodnight my poem.
It's time to land
I'll pin you up
When next I stand.

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