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I went to school with every other little kid in the land.
If we weren't dead blind, we were messing our books :
scratching marks in page corner turns, and writing
kid-names with hearts and arrow. So silly and all
so true. I wished upon a star before I slept at night.
I cried for Beowulf, I hid from Frankenstein.
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