One more week, five more nightmares.
Endless hours and sleepless nights.
Pounding hard from dawn to dawn.
One small victory, the large expense.
Thinking curved and falling down.
Exhausted still, but holding on.
One last word, though multiplying.
Printing mistakes, no ink to spare.
Trying hard: the hope's not gone.
One final push to end the week.
Step by step and around again
Another ahead, so sound the gong.
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