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Oct 2013
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 **** 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
Howard Day
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Howard Day  New York
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