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Swot

Itís time to hunker down and swot
with coffee as my only friend

and each dawn closer to the end
which in the distance I can spot:

the happiness which lies ahead
when Iíll have passed with flying colours

and on a day unlike all others
will saunter through the streets instead.

I wonít be bored, I tell myself:
the world will sparkle, and the hours

will sprinkle down in golden showers.
I wonít need anything Ė my wealth

will be the knowledge Iíll forget
and which I havenít learnt as yet.

Tom Vaughan


If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them

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