This dead guy said this, this dead guy said that, and none of it truly affects us anymore. Once upon a time it shook people up, and "happily ever after" has yet to show, but it never will as long as we keep repeating these same ideas. So we lucky students sit here at our desks and listen to the 3-hour drone of voices that are buried in the ground. "Hakuna Matata" will remain my problem-free philosophy, but it's hard to follow when philosophy itself is my biggest problem.
Talk, talk, talk, and the minutes try their hardest to tick by. Once upon a time, I tried my hardest to listen, not just hear but listen, and now my ears refuse even to do the hearing. Comprehension quit me long, long ago, and now my only chance of "happily ever after" is the big hand at the 2 and the little hand at the 4, and the class will be dismissed!
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