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Trying to concentrate

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On whatever is written there

Numbers, words, calculations

Nibbling on the end of his pencil


Tugging at his collar

Shifting his feet

Looking out the window

Responding to his name

By facing straight ahead


After the conference

Saying I do like math

I like to read

When I don't have to


I don’t know why

I get these marks

I know I’m smart

I’ll try to do better


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The father sits in his

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Dirty white cubicle

Numbers, words, calculations

Suddenly looking at the end of his pencil


Realizing that he’d nibble too

Tearing the erasure to shreds

If he had a windowed office

And a great big tree outside


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All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP