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An odd sort of ode

by ssu7

They waited in silence, No questions they asked. No demand to be noticed, Though deadline neared fast. They sat in quiet patience, At attention they snoozed. Hoping time would tick on, When perchance they'll be used. There are those who oft pray, For these precious pearls rare. Yet others throw reckless, Lay 'em to waste with no care. So when completing an essay, With goals succinctly met, Muse on this ode to the few, Unused words of word limit.
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Oct 28, 2016
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I truly dislike submitting pieces with words to spare on the word limit. This is my ode to the rare few, when I've come in significantly under the word limit.

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