It's a depot day.
Keeps me straight
And still yet play
The story out, in the in
Enough to write
From the bones of me
The letters holding tight
Into a semblence of words
Slowed to a pace
My fingers can twiddle
Onto this flat interface
Texted and yet still mobile
Wriggling as per their habit
whilst remaining stuck
Into position as that's it!
Perfect assignment
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