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Natural and human I do not boast
The patience of saints instead
I posses an intolerance for the hours ahead
Counting the minutes twice over
In case I’ve counted wrong, moreover
Pacing around and around
And around again I’ve found
Tricks the time into stretching out
Increasing until I’m compelled to shout
Of the unfairness so I scream and vent
Not until the time is past can I rest content
An acrostic poem.
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