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Published: 2012-04-04 00:18:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 165; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 3
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My Old High School recalls the pastIn large picture frames.
The pictures are small, crowds--
(Turbam ego (solus) video)
Standing still as they are I
Am, large while they are small.
One for each class: faces crowded
Into a pile in the chain gates of
These wooden frames.So crowded,
Little faces jostle for position,
And every addition diminishes them all,
Pushing.
O Malthus,
We look out at crowds sometimes.
I look and think of you and I shudder alone
Thinking of you and not because food is scarce
But because the light that lights men's eyes is so
Scarce.
