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On the court    she is a calculator       Texas Instruments tattooed on her shoulder On the court    she is a fire chief       Barking orders like a high strung dalmatian On the court    she is Agent J       Picking physics-loving Tiffany out from the monster crew But here    she is waist-deep       in the muck of academia    slogging ever more slowly through the murk toward the crisp vellum of someone else's wanting to know through the mire toward the cubicle prison of taking orders from bosses or for burgers On the court    she is a calculator       Texas Instruments tattooed on her shoulder In her mind she climbs the walls of the slime-sided well On her terms she lifts her face to a sunlight that is hers alone.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
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On the court    she is a calculator       Texas Instruments tattooed on her shoulder On the court    she is a fire chief       Barking orders like a high strung dalmatian On the court    she is Agent J       Picking physics-loving Tiffany out from the monster crew But here    she is waist-deep       in the muck of academia    slogging ever more slowly through the murk toward the crisp vellum of someone else's wanting to know through the mire toward the cubicle prison of taking orders from bosses or for burgers On the court    she is a calculator       Texas Instruments tattooed on her shoulder In her mind she climbs the walls of the slime-sided well On her terms she lifts her face to a sunlight that is hers alone.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
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