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Alive at lunch, they shout to prove their worth:thrown fruit that rolls atop the formica(soccer orange), feet slide across the berthof time in minds still growing out like a Slinky, rainbow-colored, that stretches outin hands of children laughing geekilyaware of … Continue reading

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I like sonnets because they’re musical A student gave me a bogus hall pass I function as a muse and/or a fool There is no rhyme or reason in a class Social or Spanish, space shrinks in this school Students … Continue reading

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