when we had a boring class i would

take my notebook and write poems about

the teacher fighting a bunch of

gorillas or whatever caught my

fancy because we weren’t allowed

to doodle but the teachers thought i

was taking notes until one

day somebody checked my book but

i got off because they thought it was

a good poem and no one else in the

school could write like that.

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