Cheryl Cheng

Rookie (May 24,1995 / Toronto)

Typing Away - Poem by Cheryl Cheng

I've typed for hours
My hands are cramping
They’re as limp as flowers
I feel like stamping

When will this horror end?
I’m near the conclusion
But my fingers start to bend
The wrong way; it’s like an illusion

I must go to sleep
To clear my head
But I must not weep
Into my bed

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Comments about Typing Away by Cheryl Cheng

  • Rookie Leslie Ching (2/3/2009 6:55:00 PM)

    its ends when we finish, but that is almost always a long time from when we start, isn't it...DEATH TO THE ACCURSED HOMEWORK }: ( (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 3, 2009

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