It’s six in the morning, He’s in class, they’re copying Work that he did, but ‘least he’s in their hearts. Yet he’s noticed, He’s never missed. Twelve noon at last, The time for games, Yet no one sees Someone watching Them from afar, Hidden by dust. In the evening, They’ll start calling At six, without […]
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