I blame Alice's class.
Slumped, pumping words
upon words
and even a few thoughts
onto reams
of dead plant matter.
Dumbfounded, with sleepglue in our eyes,
on those stained glass tinted 10 AM's,
maybe a few of those thoughts crept in.
Buried themselves in gray matter
that I'll one day use
to think my own thought.
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