Write a four line poem about: pressure.
Had a pretty good market this morning, considering we're post-Thanksgiving and it was actually cloudy and sort of rainy as well. Fairly certain that's the first time we've had rain since July's thunderstorm bonanza.
Looking forward to sleeping in a little tomorrow.
The clock is ticking,
A disguised death knell;
If words stay hidden,
They'll send me to hell.