By the tenth day, the mind comes loose. There was testimony. I think that happened on the tenth day. It's hard to be certain.
The Tenth Day
There’s little werse
When your head is full of stuff
You can’t think poetry enough.
Isn’t it a bother
When you’d rother
Be writing verse?
From In a Federal Courtroom, copyright © 2005 Richard Laurence Baron
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