Friday Poem
© 19 Aug 2016 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Grading myself on my ability to move in all directions.


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I find that I go up and down, and back and forth as well; I move so freely left and right, it seems quite dull to tell. I also can move later; I move hours every day; But moving former stumps me hard; I cannot find a way. Of eight directions on the test, I fear that I’ve missed one; And eighty-se’en percent is just a “‍B‍”, which is not fun. I think I’m good at motion; I’m a fairly agile bloke; Perhaps the “‍standard grading scale‍” is just a nasty joke.

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