Of all the possible hours Biology could fall it fell Just before lunch The formaldehyde smell Hung on our hands In a cloud roughly approximate To the size and shape Of winter mittens While we filled our trays With food we had No appetite for In that lab somewhere above us
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Of all the possible hours Biology could fall it fell Just before lunch The formaldehyde smell Hung on our hands In a cloud roughly approximate To the size and shape Of winter mittens While we filled our trays With food we had No appetite for In that lab somewhere above us