Beginning of Another Temporary World

Thu, 11/19/2015 - 15:19 -- aj71503

The smells of paper, pen and pencil

Complemented by the sounds of the rush

Of students new and old

Of professors young and old

Inhabiting this temporary world

Of classes, grades and growth.


This poem is about: 
My community


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