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The streetlamps here shine the same.
the people in the pictures on the wall,
they have faces never shifting from our own.
the spots of rust on iron-
gates that flow on forward;
they match my own,
that guard my own.
a world away,
and yet the same.

I read of mice and men saturday, and i'm reading animal farm today. This last week has been rough - too much school work. I'm beginning to lose my trains of thought - i'll be halfway through a conversation and forget what i've been talking about or who i've been talking with. Maybe i'll call someone and go out to the movies tonight,