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gazing at wheels in the window
on a cold November morn

I’m just out of school
college will come
but where is the sense
in this race I run?

So small I barely knew my street
I tensed at TV tigers
The circus came – I crumbled
I pleaded we go home

school’s out, life commences
the thinker’s gone to pasture
I’m done with facts and fences
those slaves should serve their master