The Things I Write In Class Instead Of Listening

And then publish on the Interweb for no apparent reason.
Here they are! 

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If I was a little turtle, a cloud wouldn't move slowly in my eyes, and a sunset wouldn't be so fleeting. Each moment would mean something else to me, were I a turtle that notices such things.

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If I write Haikus
when boredom overcomes me
then my mom won't die.

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Haikus are for wimps
and poems are for pussies.
Real men write with pain.