One day this month, things will change, And office clocks be rearranged,
They'll give you back an hour of time, So seize your quill and write a rhyme.
"My feather asks to write more prose, But best for now, this teacher knows.
Rhythms will save your readers time, And jogs the mind in pantomime."
But please my teacher let me try, My feather wants to know just why,
"Now for today my class is closed, Later on we'll use more prose.
For centuries old, the quill was fine, So honor them one more time.
Computers can shut down at times, Then pen or pencil comes to mind."
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