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Buttocks firmly pressed on wood.
Eyes awake, Mind asleep.
Shifty restlessness consumes,
Even the best of us.
Steely resolve, a knight in battle,
Valiantly, he fights gravity,
Gently tugging away at his eyelids.
Head bobbing as dreams descend,
The ringing of the Bell,
An escape back to reality,
Only for a do over,
Another hour in,
Your own personal hell.