*My coffee's too bitter and
The thunder and locus
Weave a song,
Dissonant to my professor's
Charlie-Brown teachings.
I should pay attention,
But the lightning illuminates my doubts.
I look around,
And I love the rain,
But I fear my peers and I
Are unharmonious.
I fear they cannot hear the storm.*
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
*My coffee's too bitter and
The thunder and locus
Weave a song,
Dissonant to my professor's
Charlie-Brown teachings.
I should pay attention,
But the lightning illuminates my doubts.
I look around,
And I love the rain,
But I fear my peers and I
Are unharmonious.
I fear they cannot hear the storm.*
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