School Daze

While he learned what he was taught,
He gave it little thought.
It was some thing just obscure
Which he felt he must endure.

But there were other things
That plucked at heartstrings
And occupied his every sense
At classroom lessons’ expense.

These things he kept inside
Holding them close as he tried
With thoughtful contemplation
To deal with the sensation.

Her hair blew with the breeze
Carrying scent to him to please.
Content here, back in school.
A happy, lovesick fool.

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