counting hours of the professional development

so, I took four courses online,

and the titles were fine,

and the hours were many:

three weeks times five,

but a bee from a hive,

thought that I would dive

into the bog of the doubts

and would lose the round-abouts,

and would all forget-

I regret-

as the one had said,

that I was lacking the hours...

cowards! cowards! cowards!

liars, liars, liars- no?

I can't imagine,

how one could have dared to say that?

oh, stong Jupiter,

the people are bad!

for the injustice,

I'm so mad!

Ivan Petryshyn

 

 

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