Duty
Dutifully I sit at my dusty desk at dusk
Make magic from the musty mess I must
Fingers fidgeting fighting flight
Thoughts thinking a thousand thoughtless things
Suddenly something sublime sounds
Verily visions of verse vacillate
Jabbering joyously jaunty jumbled jargon
Sabotaging something so salacious
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