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(Parody of a Shakespearean sonnet)
No Excuses! I often intend not let real life interfere While I do this virtual daily writing grind Writing for the Writer’s Cramp Do you really expect me to have fond thoughts of you? I’m late; I’m late for this important daily date To write a poem or prose and hope that it will rate What has a dreamer to do more than to follow prompts from you? The writing is on the wall; I know that I will fail What’s the use? I have no excuse My only defense is “I blame you!” Words often fail me in the short time allowed There is just no pleasing this crowd! No excuses will I write for you this day? All the while hoping you burns every day in hell
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