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I had to rework my Sapphics poem because apparently, making dashes in between words is cheating.

Sapphics of Rubberneckers

Cramped on roads that sweat in the fire of traffic,
Hazy air congested with fumes and heated
Moisture, never knowing if they will ever
Reach their appointments.

Necks that twist with curious eyes, they watch in
Shiny cars, reflecting a bleeding sun that
Hangs at noontime. Red like the stop sign forcing
Drivers to care more.

Cars as statues, bound in desire for green lights.
Stony silence melting when drivers honk and
Noises pierce the air. In the traffic, no one
Cares about violent

Crashes. Names now pointless, it's over. Soon the
cars will drive, no traffic to hinder. Lives move
forward, no one bothers to ask his name. The
News said Robert.

So it's not much of a change, but I thought you ought to see it so that you don't think I am a cheater. Which I'm not.
Currently, I am procrastinating. Procrastination is when I have a lot of work to do but I am too lazy to do it, so I sit and post blogs. Though unproductive, it is a better alternative to Beowulf. The week returning back from Christmas break, I think, is the hardest week of school. And the annoying thing is, I have friends who had many free periods today because their teachers was absent and guess how many free periods I had? None. I don't think that's fair. I didn't even have any subsitute teachers. Why are my teachers so healthy? What do they do that is special? So because my teachers have to be so darn aseptic I get stuck with fractions and Spanish. I suppose I should go do that, fractions and Spanish I mean. I wish I had more exciting things to share with you, whoever you are. I hope you're not too bored.