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My head shakes returning life to my body

This jolt rekindles my senses assisting to

Capture a familiar setting all around me

An open notebook laying on a desk begging for words

The pencil clutched in my hand itching for action

Blank figures fill empty desks staring into space

However, his voice continues while his eyes scold me

Caught! I Quickly wipe the excess drool slipping away

The pencil and notebook colide engineering this poem

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