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69 Class of 84 First day of school We sat on stools We came there to learn This highway to earn This bright bread ticket Hailed certificate We take home in numbers But no one remembers We are here to sow seeds And cater for hearts’ needs With a wink to calm heat As we’d warm our seat With these seeds unsown The fruit’s never grown In the heart of a desert Are we left without dessert Nor a rain drop of life To keep heart beats alive But my heart still rages In my final stages I’d lay my lips to steal Kisses that my heart still And for sure make sunrise On this face the lone prize We would go down the throat Tailored to measure coat Sweet tasting fig fruit With me as recruit You would twirl from tickle As the sweet drops trickle. ...

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