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Pick something off the desk or table nearest to you and write a short poem about it.

I should not have asked, could not stay away

I could not even make it fifteen days

Blame it on the stress, but it was my choice

Only trying to tame my inner voice

Down it goes, I must say I am ashamed

Shake my head for I am the one to blame

Sitting there, a bottle looking at me

Dr. Pepper it is laughing at me


That resolution went out the window….