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Monday, November 22, 2004


   2am, 2 down . . .
The printer sings its rythmic song,
regardless if the words are wrong,
I quit my proofing halfway through,
but I care not, since it's past 2,

I'm tired, I'm hungry, I need to rest,
my work, I swear, might be my best,
for going off an on three days,
(They said this habit'd be a phase!)

I'm sure that Globe he will presume,
I wrote last minute to my doom,
but seriously I care not,
although I should, but meh, I fought,


To tell the truth, I care much more
about a friend whom I adore,
She moves still through a rough, dark time,
and should get more than this damn rhyme,

It's funny how these things work out,
although my schoolwork hangs about,
I still prefer to think of her,
who far from me lives, as it were,

My only wish, and here I claim,
I care little that school won't tame,
The thing I care is that she's well,
she deserves all and more they sell,


I'm tired, yes, I've forgotten not,
and yes, I rave and share my thought,
but school is not priority
for me . . . right now . . . that's what I see.

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