1977 School Magazine

One, two, three, four . . . more Little white freedom pills. Waiting for them to act Is like v"aiting for yestera,ry. Borne into your arms Contented apathy Just as long as no feet Hang over the side of the bed For then they turn to lead. Those ants are on my bare feet again, Between my squinting toes, Crawling up my legs, Up to my thighs, over my belly. Thot music Permeates us, as I breathe your air And you mine. Twenty-qne, twenty-two, how many? Another . - . lilhy not qnother? My head is bald in one patch, But the patch is moving as I feel it,

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Moving otter towafds my esr. We recline and are fwlfilled. Effortlessly. Savoury bliss-

LOUELLA WILBY - 6A.

LEAWI{G tsEI{trND A WORLD. T'he things she would do The things she would be The places she would see Dreams that soared in her mind lilce an eagle riding the wind gliding in the blue vastness of his sky

EVENTNG TR.A{N Minds meandeing in the shifting dusty twilight, Grey moth,soft musings gently folling fade above the rhythmic rattle rushing. HELEN ROSE

Height was with them but each glanced down This thing called love has its ot+tn splendour.

GWYN YOUNG - 5E

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