On the twelfth day of Summer,
my job hunt took from me
Twelve trips a-driving,
Eleven notes a-thanking,
Ten hours talking,
Nine face-to-faces,
Eight hours daily,
Seven sites a-searching,
Six trips to Raleigh,
Five tanks of gas,
Four weeks of waiting,
Three ballpoint pens,
Two parking meters,
And a writing test in a corner suite.
*I know, technically, it's not the twelfth day of Summer yet. But with temperatures in the upper 100s, it sure feels like it.
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