On Being LateI 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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