I have a crisis with our schema
Pardon me I must confess
Impossible to be on time
I beg forgiveness for the mess
Something dire cropped up today
In such detail, problematic
Our plan will need adjustment
If you’ll accept my idiomatic
I prey upon your fortitude
Plundering on your empathy
A plea of tacit understanding
Mea culpa, I beseech in all rapidity
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