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A Procrastinator’s Sonnet
Vasilisa Rutsch
I need to write a sonnet for my school.
The page in front of me a spotless white,
I think of rhymes and rhythm, review each rule,
Afraid to spoil it with the words I write.
I dread this task! A wonderful excuse
To check my mail, to read and to respond,
And wait meanwhile for my poetic muse
To come and touch me with her magic wand.
It’s hard to write; I clean my desk instead,
Pay bills and sharpen pencils. Then I sigh,
The rhyming patterns spinning in my head…
Tomorrow, I will give it one more try.
Procrastination’s root is Latin cras;
It helped me write the sonnet for my class.
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