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Nina W. A NotebookIt lazily lay upon her wooden desk. Would it let me peak? Twitching pencils held by twitching hands, It now lay open. But what does it say? The keeper of her secrets The guardian of her lies The holder of her fears Always shut but never frowning. Long hair blows, Like paper-thin pages Wet eyes smudge, Like paper-thin pages Always shut but never frowning - But what does it say? [BACK TO TABLE OF CONTENTS, CLASS OF 2008 EDITION] |
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