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20 August 2008

August #16

at this point
it's about racing the clock
typing fast
getting it done
reaming things out
racing
til the deadline approaches.
at this point
quality dissolves
into what one can do,
and do well,
and what one does not do
because one can't.
concerns
and perfectionism die,
the night of a deadline.
speed is the devil horse left.
Posted by Emily at 23:45
Labels: deadline, poem

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