Tired, they trundle through torturous, tedious tasks,
Pondering upon pitiful problems.
During deplorable, despicable drafting of defences-
and cheerless continual Consultations,
Sanity slowly starts slipping.
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a good piece of poetry penned, ah lawyers, how many can you fit in a matchbox? all of them once you burnt them and they are nothing but ash. well really still you wouldn't fit all the ash in a matchbox but it would be fun trying.

