The Circle

May 24, 2011
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It's a circle
just outside the door,
we're all hers,
in it.

he brought his guitaur,
is teaching her to play.
Chereleeders talked to loosers,
jockes joked with geeks,
populars laughed with loners.

The sun was shining,
cars drove by,
nobody cared.

For one moment in time,
there was nothing separating us.
Little kids again,
in the circle.

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