Personal Gain

This daily poetry can’t all be great,
though I condition for integrity.
More often than a piece to celebrate,
it’s used to store minutia about me.
My current mood or some activity
I wish to recollect will float this boat.
I’m quietly enjoying victory,
implying, lest these lines appear to gloat.

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