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I sit perched Not perched but perfectly placed By the door in english classroom In the english hallway Four doors down from the end The air here is warm Though this morning it must have been below Below the freezing point for water And my engine And from my perfectly placed seat I can see The yellow leaves Warm against the approaching winters wind Though it is only September The classroom- full of life But only in the sense that A dozen kids sit taking a quiz Worth nothing but a number in a book The life makes it warm Or is it the fans above Man made just not by man No, not man but a fan and a shadow of man When the yellow leaves echo the cold When the door closes And the light Fades with the warmth
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
Through my English Teacher's Door
I sit perched Not perched but perfectly placed By the door in english classroom In the english hallway Four doors down from the end The air here is warm Though this morning it must have been below Below the freezing point for water And my engine And from my perfectly placed seat I can see The yellow leaves Warm against the approaching winters wind Though it is only September The classroom- full of life But only in the sense that A dozen kids sit taking a quiz Worth nothing but a number in a book The life makes it warm Or is it the fans above Man made just not by man No, not man but a fan and a shadow of man When the yellow leaves echo the cold When the door closes And the light Fades with the warmth
#autumn#schooldays#falsejoy#warmth
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
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