I wish it would just end;
By now it should be done.
The way frustrations tend,
For me and everyone,
I would have thought it might
Have burnt itself all out
Or disappeared at night
By some unrealized route.
Instead it is still here
And I am sorely tried
By having my good cheer
By other hands denied.
So it is unabated
And I must be frustrated.
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