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The sun is out, the sky is blue,

I'm inside with a blog post due.

The garden's calling me,

Gasp, choke, 'Our soil's dry', the plants cry.

'Water, water, or we'll die.'

The trees wave sweetly, and call 'Peek-a-boo.'

I don't even say, 'I'm busy, leave me alone, shoo.'

You see, I'm held hostage and IT's my foe,

Days I've wasted filled with woe.

But, the cavalry is on the way,

Then victory will be mine today.