June 19, 2009
By Anonymous

Night after night,
more work to do.
Words I must write,
before they are due.

PC spewing light,
and keys clacking.
…Ugh, no sleep tonight,
better get cracking.

2 AM now,
but that’s alright.
I massage my brow,
fatigue slows mind’s flight

“Work, Work” I recite,
typing words and words.
This hour will invite
the calls of birds.

Its time to print,
I’m free from my plight.
At my bed I squint,
goodnight, sleep tight.

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on Jun. 26 2009 at 6:14 pm
Grania PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
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I FEEL YOUR PAIN. Keep it up!


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