Seniors

May 20, 2010
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Next,
The bell rings and
The clock still ticks.
Not over but aging.
Renewed with every cycle;
An unfamiliar body
Replaces.

Now,
We are the next;
The heir of
False titleship.
A crowd of Atlases
With hollow
Globes to bear.





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