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Freedom Dies Freedom Free to laugh when you like Talk when you want Smile for no reason Over Back to dirty hallways Amidst strangers And scowls Buried among stacks Paper, Texts, Books Icy indifferent winds rage Signaling the end of summer The beginning of winter The start of school with its numbered days.

Posted by: starsmaycollide Thu Sep 01, 2005 @ 04:16am

[i:e72fecd671]"Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew.
But o! But o!
How very blue
the sea is."[/size:e72fecd671][/color:e72fecd671][/i:e72fecd671]

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Commented on: Thu Sep 01, 2005 @ 04:18am


	I don't like school. That's pretty much what this poem is about.

Commented on: Sat Sep 03, 2005 @ 09:13am


	I forgot to mention in my last comment that I started school on September 1st. So, I've actually managed to make it through the first two days without dying of boredom and from sleep deprivation (I despise getting up early. It should be against the law (jk, well, sort of).

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