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Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poetry 3

Varsity Wall

The echoes fill the building,
They bounce off concrete walls,
And amid the smells of morning feet,
The incessant noise of hurrying feet,
Education calls.

I sit alone yet part of them,
A group of people who
(some would rather be elsewhere)
Share a common goal.

And yet some day,
When degrees are held,
And roads diverged,
Most cherished friendships (from these echoes)
Shall linger still.

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