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A Villanelle on Essay Writing

It's getting late and this isn't fun. I'm getting stressed, starting not to care. 3 more hours till the paper is done. The mindless typing has begun, My butt glued firmly to the chair, But it's getting late, and this is not fun. Hunting for words till the battle's won, Pulling them right out of thin air. 2 more hours till the paper is done. Snacks and caffeine? I have a ton, And I've said all of my prayers. It's getting really late though and this is seriously not fun. Pretty soon I will see the Sun (But the allotted time was not very fair) 1 more hour till the paper is done Running to class, the race has begun, Hoping to beat the teacher there. It's way too early, this is not fun, 1 more minute till the paper is done
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Oct 3, 2013
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