Hello mate. Sorry I’m late. Hope all is great. Sometimes...

Hello mate. Sorry I’m late. Hope all is great. Sometimes it’s poems I create. This was Typewriter Series #108. It must be fate that right out of the gate and without any hate my heart took the bait on that unknown date to lessen the weight on my brain crate and abate my plate. It may seem innate after such a wait to gestate like an inmate magnate, and I know it’s not ornate, but maybe you’ll relate.