Tuesday, 3 December 2013

The Night before my last day of classes

Here I am working. It's not too late.
The water is boiling.
Tea is nearly made.

My homework is dull. Can't focus at all.
My frustration is booming.
My stomach is all gall.

The baby is crying.
His diaper is full.
and I'm sitting here typing

with no luck at all.
Can't somebody help me
with an line or two

on how bloom and gardner
fit into this all?




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