We fought a fight for seven nights:
a tightly tangled mess
of wildly woven ‘lectric lights.
We won, but nonetheless,
When they were straight, by evening eight
we plugged them in, but no!
One bulb was bad, and so: so sad,
the others wouldn’t glow.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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