TuitionA Poem by CH ArchiveThe scampering of the little hand plying against the glass canopy. Plastic tegument, mocking me. I know I'm getting older in directly. Clock sprung down the levee, screaming "I'll allow you to speak your mind" as long as you figure out what i'll grow up to be. Go to school. A bronze medal, what will do is up to you. University sprung down the levee screaming, "tuition is rising" their hover cars spin out of control. © 2012 CH ArchiveAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 5, 2012 Last Updated on October 5, 2012 AuthorCH ArchiveMontreal, CanadaAboutWont touch a thing-- to those who find this, enjoy the glimpse. more.. |

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