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Author: shambolic
ASL Info:    19.Female.Mozchester
Elite Ratio:    1.92 - 10 /11 /15
Words: 130
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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This is not a love poem. It's just kids.


Second row, backtrack
I took your hand, you
took mine back.
the film was something vaguely arty
Dutch, probably.

School day sunsets
Winter freezing cracking flagstones
with that gloved hand in my gloved hand
clumsily trampling through
Winter snow-cum-mud

Scholarly habits
in the classroom
in the breezeblock fashioned school
with survival far from the
National Curriculum
and teachers far from
Loco Parentis
and small sweaty palms,
glistening together under the gum-ridden table,

And it’s only when 10 years later
that is seems once, at last
these two hands have parted company
quite happily.
Forced backwards like magnets and occasionally
joined to remember and never be parted

Dancing to the jukebox-cum-beatbox and the camera angle changes
To show a certain smile.

Submitted on 2007-06-05 09:37:02     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Certain smiles look nice under the right lighting.
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