Why I this must do?
Write a sonnet about what I do not know.
I feel like a monkey on the zoo,
when I rather be walking in the snow.
The teacher says do this and do that,
and I can not resist a bit of mourning,
cause I just left my kitten cat,
and it is too early in the morning.
I would like to be in a winter garden,
eating fruit and drinking tea.
Instead I feel my heart harden,
and I want to darkness flee.
Soon it will be a coffee break
and my writing wrist will stop to ache.
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