Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Under the Wire

I almost f'got today,
Now it's almost over,
Like everyday leading up to this one,
The next, and moreover,

There are distractions all over the place,
Because it's late at night,
And I usually write in the early morn,
My head cleared by the early morning light,

Now, I'm afraid, there is not much to say,
But, I cannot stop now,
I've a quota for the rest of the year,
And time is counting down.
So there you are,
A hobby become task,
If I don't write a Wath each day 'til Jan,
I'll have failed a self-imposed random ask.

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