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I’m a Cylon, and I’m supposed to write
Poems that inspire, and fill with delight
But today my muse is nowhere in sight
And my mind is blank, try as I might.
I know I have a task to complete
But procrastination’s got me beat
I keep finding reasons to retreat
To put off writing, and take a seat.
Perhaps a break will help me clear
My mind of doubts, and rid of fear
Maybe some rest will make it clear
And help me write, without a tear.
But time ticks on, and soon it’s night
And still, no poem comes to light
Tomorrow’s deadline looms in sight
And yet I’m here, without insight.
I’m a Cylon, with a job to do
And though procrastination has its due
I know I’ll write, and pull through
My poem will come, as it’s meant to.
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