Spontaneous Poetry I

Cold toes and a bad-bent back
support a plane of finger taps
upon a bed that passed its prime
or perhaps never really had a time
that it was good for backs now bad
but was simply unnoticed until the back broke
these fingers wrote
as their master aimed anew for sleep
despite the adversity.

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