To put them down on a line.
How cruel is the critic,
That lies between each one.
The amount of crumpled paper.
Rivaling the mountain high.
Now smeared with meager writing.
This thing I seek I cannot find.
How can one even start to define?
The times we had, the tears once shed.
Grinding gears, smoking head.
It's been long, it's been hard.
Now we're pacing in the yard.
Like a sundial locked in midnight gloom.
Hands poised motionless, silent room.
Tic tak, tick tack.
Comes the rack.
Down the slide once again.
Sings the trembling type-writer.
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