Click. From the desk falls the pencil-
hitting the floor that lacks carpet.
The drone covers distraction-
giving boredom and stiffness control.
Thoughts and emotion drift distant-
Looming relief hangs on the wall.
5 years ago
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
While listening
Posted by TKB at 10:25 PM
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Science, I'm guessing...certainly not Modern English Grammar...??
not MEG...actually that twas' (dare I say it?) Wisdom Lit.
I was tired and zoning out. It's usually a great class...probably was that day as well, I just couldn't say. :D
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