"Oh the procrastination"
I sit several rows
behind you. The bows
in your hair sit like flowers
after a morning shower.
The teacher dismisses the class
and then I walk up to the lass.
I open my mouth to talk
hoping I'll catch her before she begins to walk.
My mind goes blank trying to think of lines to weave.
Just when they intertwine, out the door she leaves.
Dumbfounded, I try to think of what to do.
So don't waste your time, or time will waste you.
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