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Review…… (Wreathed Sonnet) Year ends, nowhere I'm near target; market quiet thinking--who'll buy; Oh! my boss won't allow bargain; Clear-cut guidance, he'd say, can't fly. I'll try, damn sure Boss will fire me. Know he doesn't believe to pardon, Jargon like last year can't save me; Fresh plea this time won't be pardoned. Afraid boss will throw my logics; profits figure with sales data too he'll review, no more logic. Project aim is clear to him; he won't free my tension, felt nauseous; Project to re-assign later. ~X~X~X~

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