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be What I shouldn’t be today It’s just that I’m loathing this I feel scared and restless Can’t eat well and sleep.</p><p id="60fc">Have forgotten my things Can’t bear these damned loads of lumber Numbing, clogging, pushing, meddling me crazy.</p><p id="50fe">Call me a thousand bad names But you can’t always fool me I know I ought to do this A month or three early;</p><p id="8a76">I shouldn’t have felt this way, I shouldn’t be having this rueful query, “Will I just be a dum-dum body amidst this cramming insanity?”</p><div id="23fc" class="link-block"> <a href="https://www.writtentales.com/submission-guidelines/"> <div> <div> <h2>Written Tales Submission Guidelines</h2

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PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT | POETRY

This Cramming Madness

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone. -Pablo Picasso

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Got in a hill of a muddle, and they’re oh so hard to handle See my sticky beads of grease? Com’on let out a banter How dare you stare at me like an ogre!

I know, I know I should be What I shouldn’t be today It’s just that I’m loathing this I feel scared and restless Can’t eat well and sleep.

Have forgotten my things Can’t bear these damned loads of lumber Numbing, clogging, pushing, meddling me crazy.

Call me a thousand bad names But you can’t always fool me I know I ought to do this A month or three early;

I shouldn’t have felt this way, I shouldn’t be having this rueful query, “Will I just be a dum-dum body amidst this cramming insanity?”

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