Procrastination
There you are amongst your toil
Hunched over white paper and black ink
Burning the midnight oil
Water rests set to boil
To keep awake you blink
Burning the midnight oil
Snapping back from your doyle
“Get back to work” you think
Burning the midnight oil
Nevertheless here you coil
Beneath thick covers, dreaming on the brink
Burning the midnight oil
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