this is somewhat in conversation with the previously posted poem.
i was just minutes ago walking across the main courtyard-courtcrete area in front of the tower when and where i witnessed an undergraduate moment. in a space between the bushes, at the edge of one of the grassy patches, a young couple was lying on the ground. the boy had his head resting on a football; the girl had hers on his shoulder, but was lying sideways as she still had her backpack on. they appeared to be fascinated by something in the sky, pointing and chatting, but when i looked up i could see nothing for the floodlights all around. perhaps they were admiring the tower and talking with pride about how great it is to be longhorns... unclear.
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Hey, don't make fun. I only use footballs for pillows. In fact, my bed is made out of footballs soldered together.
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