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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, July 15, 2011

Poem 273: Running Late Again

I'm running late again
its not my fault (it never is)
I left early, I aimed to please
I sped through traffic swerved and weaved
but even though I tried so hard
and goaled to make time right
I still arrived after the clock
had sung its last long chime

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