EducationA Poem by MarkThey take our visions and strap them into a line to face the squad. you must be on time, where they box your soul in concrete and glass. Be a good little one, follow these orders and you can run at the bell. Whatever your dreams they will jar them for you and, pickled, you can look at them, and shake the glass, if you're good.
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19 Reviews Added on August 11, 2014 Last Updated on August 11, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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