Poem # 67- Buffering

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A passerby searched through a hall
Till there comes my black pen roll
Picking it up and took a seat again
To which I have reach a toll.

Tapping the cap beside my paper
Letting my focus sink... maybe later?
It was onerous; and probably tedious
To think what might the correct word be...

Whistling inside my debilitating system
Till there's still that sign of buffering
Quick! For the big hand wasn't our ally!
An audible thong! can be heard; for it's the time to fully adjourn.

A/N:

I wrote this poem 'cause I have exams tomorrow, so goodluck to me!

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