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Jan 2020
You didn’t even notice
It was gone that whole moment
The class is screaming loudly
They all just love carousing
I am a quiet baby
I sit here like a lady
I’ll clap when they all want me
But then again, it’s my need

Is this the real motion?
Chairs already hit spokes and
Banged me right on my forehead
I felt it for several oceans
Written by
Trout  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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