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I wrote the following poem during the last class that I failed. I never passed that class, by the way. Dunceville
Dark misunderstanding forest of Ignorance. Purple bruises of thought
Gone for not. Your gray matter is not quick
Enough. Dunceville,
Down the road, The road often taken
By those who don�t "Get it." Crimson falls wash over the rocks
of Complex Fractions. Ah, forget it!
Fire engine red madness flows down the canal of gray.
With tales of great Pythagoras in his infinite cruelty,
creating this place where so many are lost.
The distant right angle hills, A square plus B square steps taken
On the Road. There will be no joy in Dunceville tonight,
Mighty Casey will strike out.
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