There’s a poem drifting in my air
It hasn’t landed yet
I’m lifting off my titfer-tat
Allowing access to my net
There’s an atmosphere implying
An urging very strong
If only I could write it down
I could push it all along
No matter how I try to group
A Prescience - not quite there
If my foresight gave me afterthought
Then riposte I would declare
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