Room 118

The ocean breeze caresses her skin Though she's still in Math 103 It tickles her face and tangles her hair Though she's still in room 118 The sun peaks out from behind the clouds Yet she's still in Math 103 It warms the sand beneath her feet Yet she's still in room 118 She falls in love with the sun and the sea While she's still in room 118 At this point she's not sure she's going to pass Pointless old Math 103

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