I write the lines you read between.
I just ask you humor me,
We can be friendly,
Friends, even, maybe.
I've got too many ideas and too few words.
Too many pages and too few morals.
Too much to say and too few to listen.
Too alive to sit but too tired too move.
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Stories by Jesse Charles
A Poem for a Teacher
This is for all students! Give this to your teacher as your excuse to remove yourself from class!
