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Oct 2013
The dining hall was empty
all the smart people
were either in class
or still sleeping
at eight o'clock
the food is fresh
but still tastes like rubber
and the watery coffee
doesn't do anything
to shake off the waking dream
the faces of these people
all say the same thing
"what the hell am I doing up this early?"
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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