I’m sitting in chemistry,
I’m dying to ***
I raised my hand,
But the teacher couldn’t see.
I broke beakers and spilled chemicals,
But he still couldn’t hear my plea.
If I take a ****** on a cylinder,
I’m sure he would notice me!
—Thomas James Written on April 7, 2010
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
I’m sitting in chemistry,
I’m dying to ***
I raised my hand,
But the teacher couldn’t see.
I broke beakers and spilled chemicals,
But he still couldn’t hear my plea.
If I take a ****** on a cylinder,
I’m sure he would notice me!
—Thomas James Written on April 7, 2010
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