Demanding My Writes

I nearly skipped my Write today.
The morn has fled; I must away.
But Write makes Right, so I obey
The inner clock that says to stay.

No matter what the digits say,
If I don’t Write, day goes astray.
“an ordered way doth fears allay,
and broken patterns cause dismay”

I made that up – just pulled it out;
put “quotes” around to give it clout.
I now must go – continue route,
(please notice “route” must rhyme with “pout”).

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