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Drinking my coffee,
that tastes like toffee.

I look the window,
seeing the wind blow.

Making the trees dance,
and the people swiftly walk past.

Enjoying the view,
I thought when my assignment was due,
I flipped my homework checking when it was due.

'It was due an hour ago' said the ink,
not bothered to do it I took a sip of my drink.

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