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

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

School Work

Since I mentioned it in my post about school being out (for Summer!), here is a photo of my presentation board.


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