Oh, wooden home to index cards
Standing strong like sentry guards.
Nine spaces for the first indent,
How many hours have I spent?
Not just one card; at least two more.
So many subjects! What a chore!
The typewriter is skipping “e’s”
Despite the fact there’s all new keys.
And then the card slips just a bit;
I move it up and make it fit.
I grab the “white out” on my desk
And try to cover up the mess.
Ant then the “stick thing” in the drawer
Gets stuck when pulling through the door.
I wonder how I’ll make it through
With each and every book that’s new?
Perhaps one day I’ll reminisce
On all these hours I have spent.
But as for now I soldier through
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