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Hands to paperthe paper falls,
falls onto the floor.
And I bend down
to pick it up,
all against my will.
Hand to pencil
the pencil taps,
taps upon my desk.
Eyes to teacher
and then I squirm,
squirm within my chair.
Ear to clock
the ticking clock,
the time that's passing by.
Air to mouth
that takes it in
and soon lets out a sigh.
For they say I'm
the patron saint,
the saint of wasting time.








