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Alone on the forum:a poem
Just felt like writing a poem and putting it someplace:
The bottom right corner
In high diagnostic form
Declares me an insomniac.
1:04, 1:05, and many more to come,
Find some place to sell your hoarded time,
Although those who have the less are the richer.
My tower whirs obsolescence,
Loud as the heater in the hallway,
Here's a trifle for you forum,
Until the thousand footfalls come
Sleep like a dragon on my mound of time.
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