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I forgot a fork So I'm eating my salad with a spoon. I didn't feel like sitting in the cafeteria, Where it's too loud and busy, So I went home, Where I'd rather hear a muffled trombone lesson Than my best friends's stories. (I'm in one of those tired-sad moods Where my whole body feels fatigued And my face feels sad And I shuffle around; No motivation.) So, I went where I am. I wish I could spend all day in home --the band room-- The place I go to hide. I have to remind myself It's just a classroom That I'll probably Never Set foot in after I graduate. But, those are thoughts for A later date When I can remember A fork.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Forks and Spoons and Sad Salads
I forgot a fork So I'm eating my salad with a spoon. I didn't feel like sitting in the cafeteria, Where it's too loud and busy, So I went home, Where I'd rather hear a muffled trombone lesson Than my best friends's stories. (I'm in one of those tired-sad moods Where my whole body feels fatigued And my face feels sad And I shuffle around; No motivation.) So, I went where I am. I wish I could spend all day in home --the band room-- The place I go to hide. I have to remind myself It's just a classroom That I'll probably Never Set foot in after I graduate. But, those are thoughts for A later date When I can remember A fork.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
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