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TEMPTATION
Accusingly my studies sit and wait,
Reminding me to work and not prolong
My fantasy. Their arguments are strong--
I do have much to de, and it is late __
So, like a sad, reluctant reprobate,
Suppressing those desires he knows are wrong,
I sink before my desk where I belong
And start my work and don't procrastinate.
Still, in the sea of work which floods my mind,
Islands of former thought remain to lure
Me off. "Come, muse, come write" they beg.
"Come seize
Us now; for if we leave, you will not find
Again such dreams. Like fog, age will obscure
This misted moon above these fragrant trees."
Sherriel Mattingly
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