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My days are filled With Quadratic functions And Hydrocarbons. I've had little time for Billy Collins. Or sleep, for that matter. I'm thankful for the little Moments like this. When the professor can't find His power-point. Or a lunch hour where I eat something besides text books. I need time to reflect. Find myself under all this stress Take a breath and Play a quick game of "Where's Waldo" With my soul. Scribble some words Or a picture. Or maybe, Just stare out the window Contemplating the willow tree And how her limbs struggle to Kiss the ground.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
Fatigue
My days are filled With Quadratic functions And Hydrocarbons. I've had little time for Billy Collins. Or sleep, for that matter. I'm thankful for the little Moments like this. When the professor can't find His power-point. Or a lunch hour where I eat something besides text books. I need time to reflect. Find myself under all this stress Take a breath and Play a quick game of "Where's Waldo" With my soul. Scribble some words Or a picture. Or maybe, Just stare out the window Contemplating the willow tree And how her limbs struggle to Kiss the ground.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
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