The hour has come enough's enough
Too many matters in my tray
When looking at my stack of notes
Piles of nothing much to say
My fingertips are stuttering stiff
Keyboard dancing missing steps
Insufficiently in paragraphs
Such a towrope strain I schlep
Is it possible I ask myself
Missing points in pointless ways
To give up thinking consciously
On half hearted wasteful plays
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