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Sonnets About this day's attendance, if I may;
I know that my appearance I ignored,
but trust me to the utmost when I say
no one has more my lacking form deplored.
That evening, when I laid me down to sleep,
I had not recollected past that day;
my sleeping time too late, my sleep too deep,
I had no choice - I slept the time away.
Awaking, I soon recognized I'd erred,
but time to fix my error was denied;
when I'd awoken, even if I'd dared
it was past noon - class over - and I cried.
Please note this crying was nonphysical,
and anger burns me metaphysical.
