Tasking Poems - Poems about Tasking

This challenging task has now begun— I don’t know how long the test will run But will continue faithfully until it’s all done. I did not choose this time testing-trial; Rather, it chose me to task its unique style And now it’s evident I shall be at it for a while. This trying tasking required a great deal of creativity, Imposing...

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can you summarize proust's remembrance of things past in less then a minute and a half while juggling an egg a chainsaw and a bowling ball standing on one leg whistling parts of bizet's habanera from carmen or if you can't do that at least while driving use your turn signal...

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Hi there, Please take your seats, Welcome, I greet You four young ladies Applying for this Wonderful post, Call me Bill, I’m your Interviewer and host! I hope all of you enjoy Gym and exercising For you will surely get a Lot of that, I ensure and promise you That is a fact, So hope your health Is intact! You will probably Lose some weight, We’ll talk again Six months...

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I am semi addicted to word games, Making one hundred to two hundred moves Each night. I wish I was kidding. But I Am not. I average 3.5 hours of word Games, mostly scrabble type games, While I listen to TV as if it was a radio. It brings me back to my childhood, Listening for the words, and...

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Tasking An Unmasking While in sun Trump had been basking, What should be done is others tasking; Thing we must do; Make dreams come true; Unsatisfactory things begin unmasking. Jim Horn 4040...

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multi tasking on a one track mind can't fast forward or rewind can't push stop can't push play stuck on stupid f*** this day...

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Wearing wireless headphones as I listen to the news. I'm outside watching children playing, taking in the views. There is screaming in my ears two voices disagree. A little girl serves her playmates imaginary tea. They're speaking on the pod, unarmed victims shot by police. Captives tortured in war. I hear our own. I hear their pleas! There's screaming in my...

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My keys are clipped at the end of a short dog leash. The leash's handle allows my belt to slip through it very easily, and secure my "key chain" to my body. I can now fish my keys from my pocket very easily without having to search for them among all of my pocket debris I also wear a necklace....

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Sometimes I'm lonely Sometimes I'm blue Sometimes I'm lonely and blue...

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