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Truly a poem from the Laboratory, and one many young scientists will empathise with:

grammardog

Stretched thin by anxiety,

here is worry as a constant cycle

of panic, tears, and resignation.

Lean, rudderless years –

disappointments

interrupted only by self-loathing,

punctuated with the occasional beer.

Trapped in a folk song –

all alone

and out of money for gasoline.

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