On Being Late

I am late for everything it would seem
I never can seem to show up on time
Never does the teacher smile or beam
At my ability to drop in on a dime

I am late right now
And I am writing still....
I can't help wonder how
I don't seem to have any will...

I really must go
I have no time to lend
And now I leave, so
The poem will now end.

Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2009-02-05 at 01:53

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Love the playfulness of this little peach of a poem. I am always late to, but it is traditional with me! whats your excuse? Life is not meant to be rushed and whats a few minutes here or there? as long as you produce good work, I can't see the problem. Smiling at you, Tai

hmmm...true, teachers tend not to enjoy it when students are habitually late...but everyone loves you anyway, so i wouldn't worry about it too much =D

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move to the iberian peninsular immediately...
we do everything tomorrow :)