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- From: dsoconne@quads.uchicago.edu (Daniel S OConnell)
- Subject: Wall / Dano
- Message-ID: <1992Dec27.034828.10845@midway.uchicago.edu>
- Keywords: (c) 1992, all rights reserved
- Sender: news@uchinews.uchicago.edu (News System)
- Reply-To: dsoconne@midway.uchicago.edu
- Organization: Dead Poets Society
- Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1992 03:48:28 GMT
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- A Wall
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- I pound my fists against the white curtain
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- It is a cold brick wall, immense with
- unrecognizable graffiti, & hidden in
- the chinks are foreigner's wailings
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- Who now in death, in an over-painted
- small room, sleep the sleep of the damned.
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- And still there is that Wall.
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