Kiwi Crocus (cranky__crocus) wrote,
Kiwi Crocus
cranky__crocus

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I found a poem while I was unpacking. I must have written it during Weed Biology last term.

Oh magpie, may I mingle here?
Life on the ground is heavy;
My bones are filled with hardened fear
Yet I feel breakable,
Re-makeable,
Malleable to the pressure or others' contrary desire:
What I wouldn't do to be with you,
A free-flying bird on the wire.

It must have been Weed Biology. I remember spending too much time watching (and counting) magpies in that lecture.

I &heart; terrible poetry written in zone-out lectures.


...well, at least I know I was feeling these things a few months ago, too. :P It's 9.50. I'm almost finished unpacking. Then I've still got to sit down and stay up too late reading about the social construction of science so I don't sound like an idiot with my professor tomorrow. I'll just be tired instead.
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