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I can feel the boredom set in,
As the day comes to an end.
There’s no one around,
Not a person making a sound.

Boredom is that period of time,
When still fresh in our mind,
Are events that have passed,
And the present is considered last.

There’s nothing to do now,
And it’s hard to explain how,
With all our thoughts on a future day,
Anyone could live this way.

I decide to just grin and bear it.
If it was a suit, we’d all have to wear it.
Some complain that boredom will slow’em.
I just sit back and write myself a poem.