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RATING: PG

SUMMARY: A Jubilee poem.

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NOTE: * * = italics

Blah, blah, blah
Meaningless words about a meaningless subject
What do *I* need to know about this?
I could be watching TV or shopping
Or, or something *way* better than this.
What a waste of time!
Oh, this is interesting to know ... NOT!
Thirty minutes left and then ...
And then I go through this again somewhere else.
That's it, I'm skipping the next class.
It's not as if anyone'd really notice
I mean, it's not as if I'm calling attention to myself
By answering questions or whatever
I just cannot stand another hour of blah
What's the point of all this? I think I forgot ...
Oh yeah, "because ..."
What a great answer ...
*Ms. Lee ...*
No one will care if I know this stuff in a few years
*Ms. Lee.*
Hell, I don't think anyone cares now
*Ms. Lee!*
Damn! Got noticed.