Friends full and filled with food
Your night extends the present mood
Let those in your company express
All the desires they possess
Flesh indulged with senseless time
Rhyme or rhythm left to define
The joy of one is not enough
For the group will set the cuff
And hours and hours will pass by
Until all our time does draw nigh


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.