1985 School Magazine

POEM Perhaps if you ever betrayed to me The smallest glimpse of what goes on in your mind As you never do, Or raise the subject one magic day, As you never will, We could, together, work it all out, Like a maths problem. Of course we'd laugh a lot And say everything all wrong, And perhaps without the mystery, Without the guessing game, Some of the contrite fickleness of adolescence WOULD fall from us, Which is why we will forever put if off, Of course, But don 't you think it 's a lovely, silly thought To never mention. Yet another discussion point To never bring up For fear that we might get ourselves lost In the seriousness Of something so dec idedly Unfunny.

jodie Eden Grade 77

Jill Ratcliffe

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