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The teacher's busy teaching, Whereas my mind is full. Oh my, I've got millions of ideas, Can't control a pencil's pull... Because I ain’t taking notes and my sheet’s empty And to doodle, many ideas tempt me. Ideas? I have plenty But minutes, Not many.    I have loads of space but not a pencil case, Umm… that, I can borrow from a mate. I’ll try drawing a party although I have no social trait. Or probably myself reading my favorite comic Big Nate. How about me eating spaghetti? As fall from the heavens confetti. My mind drifts off, As all I can think about is Ferrari spin-offs. Wait… what? Was that the bell? God save me, I have no excuse to tell!
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Doodle Boy
The teacher's busy teaching, Whereas my mind is full. Oh my, I've got millions of ideas, Can't control a pencil's pull... Because I ain’t taking notes and my sheet’s empty And to doodle, many ideas tempt me. Ideas? I have plenty But minutes, Not many.    I have loads of space but not a pencil case, Umm… that, I can borrow from a mate. I’ll try drawing a party although I have no social trait. Or probably myself reading my favorite comic Big Nate. How about me eating spaghetti? As fall from the heavens confetti. My mind drifts off, As all I can think about is Ferrari spin-offs. Wait… what? Was that the bell? God save me, I have no excuse to tell!
About my real life experience. And yours too.
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14/M/Haryana
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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