Poem 421 – 15:00

Tap the keyboard,
Punch a line,
Got to finish work while there’s still time,
This is the final day, we’re almost at the end
When I can flee for Christmas time, hail a dear friend
Unless of course; how can it be!
That file of unfinished work’s for me.

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