First one in a few days,
I left this app to look up the spelling,
Of the phrase 'whiling away',
All 'bout the value of works of fiction,
If any there do be,
Other than the cash and time you must have,
To while away the day ment'lly asea,
But the nuance of what I was saying,
Will ne'er exist again,
The subtle irony I wove with words,
Are safe from your vision,
And who are you?
Maybe one of thirteen,
People who would have read it anyway,
The first two-syll'ble number in the stream.
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