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Feb 2014
#12
The boy was fourteen,
What did you expect?
His thoughts in the clouds
But mainly on ***.

When life seemed to be
Falling apart at the hinge,
He grasped for some direction
If just to feel the fringe

Of a way that would set him free.
Free from the fallacy he knew.
His friends all a lie,
Not a one he called true.

As if by divine intervention
A passage shown through.
He found a place called Walden Pond;
Ralph & Walt there too.

"O' Captian, my Captain
My life to you I truly owe.
For mine was but defined by the world
Til my sense of self, you bestowed."

The boy was of himself;
The world left not a trace.
He was ready to learn of poets and scholars,
But then he saw her face.
Kevin Bennett
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