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Obligatory poem #14
Can’t keep my eyes open.
The jet lag has pounced.
I have no ideas,
not even an ounce.
Ten minutes have passed
since I wrote that last verse.
The buzz in my head
is just getting worse.
Another twelve minutes!
Such time this is taking.
It looks like a poem,
but really it’s faking.
My sister is waiting.
What time is it? Crap!
It’s time to go visit;
I just want to nap.
Please tell me this poem
is done for today.
Sometimes it’s a chore --
get it out of the way.
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