Dear readers,
This is the poem i wrote of working at ITweb during my winter holidays.
Three solid weeks spread out.
Could I make it and stay put?
First day first, I kept my posture,
then I found out it was torture.
Day one unraveled into mishaps,
but the day after i marveled at my mistakes.
Week one rolled out with backaches,
but in the week-end I had to deal with my heartache.
Following week, I was displaced from newsroom
then I found out that I'd misplaced an envelope.
All said and done the job was a worth while experience.
to be continued...
xoxo Dilim xoxo
to be continued...
xoxo Dilim xoxo
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