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Dreaming, mind far away
Impeded by the soft breeze
Soaring through thoughts
Taken far from the matter at hand
Removed from this moment
Absent--except that sometimes we're
Caught in the eye of the proctor
Tests too dull
Imagination too easily accessed
Overloaded by stress
Not going to pass this time.
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Pluto Wolnosci
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