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He

Head buried in work, 
He could have gone berserk. 
How he sat and read, 
He is a wonderful lad. 
He is knowledgeable, 
Has he eaten vegetables?
Howls, groans, whine. 
He does not seem kind of fine. 
Homework formed a hill, 
He had totally no time to kill. 
Hands are always filled, 
Holds a pen found on the field. 

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  1. Date: 7/23/2010 7:34:00 AM

    Keep the poetic pen flowing.