Post written, eyes nil,
Air comments and votes still waiting
So frustrating, finger tips aching
Laptop screen staring
Same page poem frozen,
Erosion, but no explosion
Clock hand checking, tock tick
Must have grit,
To make it through this difficult bit.
Give up not thinking,
Poem perhaps stinking?
Time will explain,
This hard-fought strain
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