A hundred more
A hundred more
One hundred more to go,
Day in day out,
No matter what,
A poem I must show.
Most times I work on them at night
Quite rare by the light of the sun,
Takes notes on my phone
Sit at my desk all alone
Even so it is still somewhat fun.
It takes a lot of effort though
Sometimes it seems like a chore,
I want them to be great
So that nobody hates
Though that's not at all what they're for.
26.9.11
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