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When I was walking down the corridor once, 
Thinking about school philosophy and rationale, 
I was stopped by the school doctor dead;
He wanted to know why I was being so personal, 
So contemplative, introspective and distant, 
In a community which challenged and enthused me, 
To never be in any way off my head.

I told him I was thinking about nature and school, 
And he replied to me with speed that I was not,
So I answered that it was philosophy that I had got;
He relinquished that I was fine all the same,
Since it was school that I was thinking of anyway,
So I retorted straight “What do you mean? -
That I had been reading philosophy lean.

So we had a conversation about philosophy,
But I can't remember what was said, 
But I found him more appropriate in the days ahead,
When he talked to me with his essence,
And not just with his mind or presence: 
He told me he was interested in my spheres,
And so I asked him about the problem with my head.

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