Twas the Friday before classes
and my mind was a mess
Would I be ready for Monday?
Oh my what a test
Excite was pouring like sweat from my pores
Would the students be ready for what I have in store?
The semester is one that I am looking forward to
A special Honors project holds it together like glue
Tis the semester of voting, of conferences, of fun
Tis the semester of me getting my shit done.
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Okay that is about all I was able to generate in such a short time frame. I think a lot of it is lack of practice. When you become one dimensional as a writer then other forms begin to suffer.
That is all.