What if at the end you could keep
Three or four days to spend
Under a strict editor's pen
What would you of your life
Delete or expand or amend
So it all reads more truthfully
More succinctly than your long drafts
Those mountains of slag you imagined
You'd have to dig through to get
To the treasure of your days
To those few final sentences
With joy and celebration
And plant a period on your heart
All your changes saved
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