In library's hush,
Minds awake but mouths slumber,
Stomach growls loudly.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Lol, I've had a friend whose stomach made the sound of a dying whale in a quite classroom!