Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Acrostic

Circled the parking lot for forty-five minutes.
Of course there’s nowhere to park.
Late to class.
Like the professor cares, he never covers anything relevant to the course. 
Every free second I have is spent in the library. 
Gordy, my classmate, spills coffee on my papers and computer. 
Everything is gone.

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