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How much grand typing is needed to write,
Some poems to bring her joy and delight,
Scrib’ling, dribbling, a hectic midnight flight,
Sweat and ink puddle under candlelight,
Thoughts and well runs dry, the paper, speechless,
Frustration mounts, no remedy in sight,
Will I be sitting here until first light,
Brandy flask empty, ash tray piled high
This proper English assignment’s a fight,
She tortures the minions for her delight,
Dashing us on these rocks so indignant,
How many suffer this terrible plight?
Can’t we just tell her to go fly a kite?
It’s Monday, not sunny, work piled high,
Or must we obey, because she is right?
Come now good poets, let your pens take flight,
Spinnig us stories of ghostly delights,
Show us your courage, your power, your might!
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2007-12-05
01:18:33
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