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23 June 2001

From one side it goes in and out to the other
I absorb very little but its fine since alls in paper
Some more shut eyes what I need
Get it over with, this I heed
The first hour is where we be
Ten more I fear
By then Ill most likely look like a zombie
Its like we have a zillion pages to cover
Right now were on the 7th
Oh god, when will this be over?
The words he speaks have some semblance of humor
But its all lost as Im in some sort of stupor.