I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Just a comment

Can you tell we were on the two week break between classes? Note, back in clinicals tomorrow. Need to complete 16 hours per week until August. Just a warning.

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