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Elizbeth Bachmaye ’16

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Elizbeth Bachmaye ’16
Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015
Airplane Shot Adam Gavin ’19
KarlaAne Klouda2014
When the night falls…I lie down to rest…When day breaks, I remember dreaming of the best…The thought is so strong that it puts aches in mychest…… but yet…I have no regrets…of…Dreaming of Tokyo…Long days of study and work all pay off when I comeback home…… no I’m not alone…… with my drink and my phone………
Shielded police stand between us and them.The riot force infringes upon our air, as stonesAttack their shiny skulls, but they condemnOur words of Western ideas, unknownTo people dressed in black. The wall of greyPlastic warns of a tyrant, who with penOn yellow paper, aborts protests to frayOur freedom’s fabric showed on CNN.Among the struggle, man…
There once was a man on the moonWho made all the ladies swoonHe sat drinking his wineWhich was so fineAnd declared he would return home soon!Every child at one time or another declares that the moon ismade of cheese; this is the story of the man who proved that it reallywas.As a young boy growing…