1984 School Magazine

The white of a snowflaked day, Smudge ot' a cheek, Tiny, wide, brisht ege, Peering up at the Frosfy web of trees oboue. Su,eef iced silence, enclosed ln a worlC of peace. Times goes by and leaues f ootprinfs, Wrinkle of a cheek, Soft, dull, grey suns, Psint'ully rising to the sky, see the Frosfy web ot' artillery. Soured silence, And blood on the pure, white snour. Jennif er Russe// 11 Hirscht'eld

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