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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?
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Dropping Out
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.
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Charleston
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
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