In the past, I've praised deadlines
As inspiration full, most fine,
So now it's time that I come clean–
In writing my new novel teen,
I have stumbled, failed right through
A pair of deadlines, one and two,
and now that my
I've-gone-seventy-two-hours-without-sleep-before-
and-I'll-do-it-again-if-I-have-to
deadline approaches,
I wonder what the cause for hope is,
But I'll write to be right, to keep
moving along,
Or else, forced to write, and in verse,
say “I'm wrong.
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