Old habits are hard to die,
Believe me, good sir, I never lie.
For everything I am always late
No matter how difficult be my state
Deadlines stare me in the eye
And mockingly go by
While I remain where I am
And act indifferent to shame
But a solid desire for being on time
Is now in me, like never before, roused
I now consider being late a grievous crime
And tomorrow, I hope, this desire is not so easily doused.
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