Have mercy on my moratorium,
for I’ve been a bumbling, busy bug-
traipsing through the trails of time
and slipping in slops of sludge.
Pardon my postponement, please,
but the yawning year is yearning to end-
and work without end waxes wide
and splits all my senses in shreds.
Well, it’s that time of year again…I know this poem is short and not-so-great, but I’ve been piled high with work lately. By next week, I should be back on a regular schedule…I hope.
Stellular Scribe 
No need to apologize for this poem. It’s perfectly suited to the occasion.
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Thank you! Luckily, the worst of my work load is almost out of the way…this poem just felt like the best fit for my muddle-mindedness.
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