So this was written mostly quickly.
I stopped for a while, then churned out the third verse.
Not necessarily well-written stuff. Probably a bit too obvious. I don’t know.
I hope you enjoy.
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Pressed for time I rush about
Hoping to find a little more
To squeeze in some extra bits
Leaving little left undone
Despite how much I hope and try
There only is so much each day
And so some things are best left
For other days to accommodate
Though much as I would for this
I will keep on squeezing
As much as I can into a day
And try to add a bit more
Stupidity Hole 