One more final left, due tomorrow at 7.
Once done, I will be in heaven.
Oh to be done with finals! My heart would leap!
And then I would drift off to the land of sleep
For one hundred and one hours of time
And regain all the energy I've lost.
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perhaps you'd better somehow conclude with "crime."
please tell me this is not "in the style of" anything you've been reading or doing lately....
Oh dear no. Are there such bad poems similar to this? I just wrote it hastily because I wanted another procrastination technique.
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