I guess I didn't write a poem on July 2. I did have a dream just now that I was writing a brief explanation about how I didn't write a poem. Then my mom woke me up. She called to ask if I could help her move furniture into her addition, and that woke me from the dream, at 9:01, I think. She had an addition built onto her house recently. So I can't remember how I worded the explanation in the dream, but it was pretty poetic. In the dream I was thinking that the explanation was almost as good as a poem, at least one part of it was.