i don't know why but i just can't stop thinking in limericks! the worst part is i can't complete them and i don't want to complete them. especially when i am thinking of how to end a poem. gah! ah well... guess i need more inspiration than perspiration. i realise that things are easy to start but difficult to end. i am actually stuck on how to write the last 2 stanzas. 8 lines.

career soldiers say ns is a waste of time for us NSFs. what a way to boost our morale and reinforce the fact that we could do better things or get a more well paid job instead of spending 2 and a half years in a pseudo limbo. and on a site next to the border of hell too, metaphorically speaking of course.

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