What is the grass? She asked a top the table
Bracing for ridicule, heart pounding
From the nerve it took to climb.
Our eyes widen for a moment
Then return to our desks,
Content to ignore this bold one who stands in our periphery.
We allow her a moment of rebellion,
Sure that she will climb down, ineffective,
And continue life sitting.
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Fascinating. I like this one. It really makes me ponder what the situation must be. I like it. - Gypsie
Have you seen "Dead Poet's Society"? The situation was inspired by it.
Oh! Heh. Actually, I got that movie and brought it home and... didn't watch it. (I haven't gotten to be home much.)- Gypsie
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