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Jun 2012
Tonight, my Final Draft is due,
Tonight at eleven.
Eleven, fifty-nine, tonight,
I’m dead and in heaven.

My project, please read,
The previous post. That
and this finish,
Then you’ll know it’s bad.

My Final Draft is not,
Proper, well done, innovative,
Messed up with every edit,
I’m pretty sure I’ll fail.
Originally written on the 20th of April, about my PW draft.
Caleb Ng
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