Jeff Hughes Poems

Pressures mount, brows distort,
Anxious hands tremble, and it's an hour before.
Lips utter sacraments as eyes wander desperate,
Faces hidden in hands, hopes begin to fall,
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I wish I could walk upon the ceiling,
stare up at the floor tiles overhead,
glance down at the fluorescent tubes underfoot.
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So I think I've figured out the correlation between women and medical professions.

Men often satisfy their destructive biological curiosities on frogs, sometimes with firecrackers. While women, being scared of frogs, often find a suitable, less threatening substitute in men.
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Sometimes, we try our
Best but still manage
To fail the
Test. But that's ok
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