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Was at Hamilton 
Sometimes
I run from it
Sometimes
I run toward it
Now
I'm looking at it

So back in my mind I go

To my left
PROF LEIGH
To my right
Miss Aimee
Good gracious, what a rare beauty

Then class started

PROF looked us
Straight in the face
And told us
This could be 
A cold place

In summation, E101

Sometimes it was fun
Too soon it was done
And each day
From it, to it
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E101
Date: Sunday, 5th April 2015 @ 11:18:23 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Beyfoxman5
My initiation
Was at Hamilton 
Sometimes
I run from it
Sometimes
I run toward it
Now
I'm looking at it

So back in my mind I go

To my left
PROF LEIGH
To my right
Miss Aimee
Good gracious, what a rare beauty

Then class started

PROF looked us
Straight in the face
And told us
This could be 
A cold place

In summation, E101

Sometimes it was fun
Too soon it was done
And each day
From it, to it
I run

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