Here's the poem I wrote last night, probably while bugging my husband because I kept turning the lamp on when we were in bed.
Braille
Blank dots
On a blank page,
Though the story's plain to see,
If you know the code.
Blank bumps
On a blank page.
Some say,
"Not a word in sight."
White dots
On a white page.
Do you feel it?
Can you find the bugs?
Six dots
In a rectangle.
One two three four five and six.
The story's in the dots.
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