Frustration, at the thought of not getting it right
From the start, as I submitted a piece of poetry.
The lines were out of place, a disgrace
Unparalleled before. Fortunately, I have space to write
My fury, as I duly, note it down. In retrospect it would
Have been correct to wait till morning, in the hope
My fury had subsided.

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