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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I sit, chewing on my pen tip, Trying to look as if I am deep in serious thoughts, Tapping my foot with an air of restless efficiency, Fussing over my spellings and ink blots. I glance at the somber calculator, It seems to glare at me in quiet reprimand. I make myself type in a few numbers and symbols, And the answer comes up sooner than I demand. The numbers, the symbols, the words of wisdom, Swirl around me in incoherent randomness, As I sit, and ponder, trying to hold my senses in my slippery grasp, The immaculate rungs of logical thought swiftly become meaningless. So I give up, or rather, give in To escape to that secret land of foolish fantasies, Which had been tempting the edge of my consciousness for so long, Causing my homework to be a series of blunders and idiocies. I dream of happy endings, of forget-me-nots; Of stormy emotions, the sweet pain that accompanies love, The sparks that fly between you and I, the carelessly concealed attraction Of star-crossed lovers, the suns, the moons, the heavens above. I dream of rain, and sensuous nights, Of raptures, and laughter, and mischievous delights. I carve out a perfect picture in my mind, with my imagination as the frame, I have gone too deep-long forgotten that this is just a game. The sound of my own joyful laughter brings me crashing down to earth, The tick of the clock, the sweat on my brow, And other subtle reminders of reality registers on my fuzzy mind; I sigh, and go back to doing my homework for tomorrow.
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