First one here today
At nine thirty I sit
In my red chair to play
And to work myself commit.
I wake my lamp from sleep,
Warm the computer from night
From my books I hear not a peep
Their eyes not yet seen light.
Grinding through the day
Catching up from behind
I strive to lay aside play
And concentrate my mind.
Now its eleven thirty two--
Shaky eyes and dreary hands.
There's not much more I can do
Despite works continuing demand.
Further and further see,
And more and more it burns,
That nasty law that be
The Law of Diminishing Returns.
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