my fear (challenge answered)Papers and pencils litter the floor
bells ringing loudly, they come back for more
departing, they're fed as they're handed a score
in spirit still wealthy in knowledge still poor.
Poetry by R.
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 07:12
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