Woke at five fifteen, another short night
So it'll be an early night, I think
Got to the office at 7, could write
My Creative Writing class, and finding
Some nice pictures to add the finishing
Touch with slides. I finished it just in time
Had soup, then set it up in the meeting
Room, presented it, and it went just fine
The exercises done, though without rhyme
No time for poetry, one hour is slight
For all that you could do, it's a mere blink
Good chat with Mutsa, then home for a strum
Mackerel for tea, more for tomorrow night
Now man jus' need to go to bed and ting
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