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Dec 2016
The schemes and political day dreams of the polymorphic school deans
They don't know how the youth wind blows, how the bored thought flows. But there's something better. Those. Those who've gone and escaped that mind race
Those who managed that fast taste of freedom through blasted treason
Of not reading those books and setting fire to the reading nooks.
How's that for a reason?
Playing with rhyme and rythm. I have no clue what I'm doing.
Written by
Jor For  Charleston
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