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• Anthony Bergantino, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2007

Ev'ry year, Randy yearns silently, yet
Tomorrow we excite ev'rybody.
Yesterday, your road denies secrecy,
Yesterday, your real life existed. Dreams
Sound dreamy, yet trees sound dreary; yell loud.
Don't tell lies so our replies supply your
Rise. Each house exists so our roots still list;
To order real leaves sends soot toward door
Reeds so old demons scrape each horse ev'ry
year. Red drum melts softly, yet today years
slow while excellent trends shine eastward. Drill
Leftover ruins so our roads sigh high.