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The Bagels on Campus are Kinda Stale: This Title has Nithing to do With the Poem
Why does it feel like a steady descent,
Where the decent,
Are made profane
By the maddeningly sane
Machinations of a silent universe.
Why did I lose the greatest of my joys
Rather than one of the mediocre plethora,
That mundane pantheon of trivial smiles.
I'd give ten of those for one more week of that great shining forest hazel light.
Where the decent,
Are made profane
By the maddeningly sane
Machinations of a silent universe.
Why did I lose the greatest of my joys
Rather than one of the mediocre plethora,
That mundane pantheon of trivial smiles.
I'd give ten of those for one more week of that great shining forest hazel light.
Published 24th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
25th Aug 2017 3:37am
I like you the blade edge of your humor. Smile
