the day is not long but the work is there
writing affords a valuable distraction
the pile grows but the ending is not clear
i had not thought that one day i would dare
to overcome knowledge's contraction
the day is not long but the work is there
i confront each essay seek to find it's bare
essence the deepest innermost compaction
the pile grows but the ending is not clear
not for me now the pleasures of the sheer
sense of discovery instead there is redaction
the day is not long but the work is there
these students all have the same wish to share
their half-baked concepts of party and of faction
the pile grows but the ending is not clear
yet as i read and mark there's one thing i'm aware
that drives my very purpose and my action
they day is not long but the work is there
the pile grows but the ending is not clear
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
22 November 2006
the hardest part of the job
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