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Mar 24, 2005 02:00

"I sat and stole a bit of time
(it belonged to work, it wasn't mine)
I used it to polish imagination
(that was suffering from deprivation)
And then I huffed the dust away
And let the inner child play
I grabbed a pencil, scrawled some lines,
Gave some fresh air to my mind
Aha! The joy of this careless rhyme,
'Tis thrill to write with stolen time!"

-a poem I wrote sometime in college, 2000
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