Up Too LateThe clock strikes three but I’m still not done
With the poem I believed would be mildly fun
Because my head draws a blank and I haven’t begun
To form a theme or idea in this paralyzed state
My mind’s shutting down; I can’t even create
A proper rhyme scheme of four or eight
But now from the fog an idea emerges
And wide awake, I fight the urges
To shut the screen and forget the rest
Because my poem’s got to be the best of the best.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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