school

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my eyes half closed,
i hear the loud steady rumbling.
the bus is on its way
to school
the rumbling stops
i hear scooting stepping, sliding standing
like cattle we are herded
to school
body odor, perfume, the smell of food
are around me
the rocky chair, the cold, hard table.
FADING FADING fading
the sights, smells, sounds
of school





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