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Feb 2015
Through the cold damper of a snowy night

A student gathers his thoughts with willful foresight

Little did he know his ideas would take flight

To a hazy land with all my buds in sight

Laughing and loving, all through the house

Loud music blaring, causing a roust

Eyes get low, the hunger stirs

A feast concludes, then an inevitable slumber
I think you may know what this one is about... Haha
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
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