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school exchange

selena leads me through trees
to the stile and the lake
lightheaded with cider
she glides in white skirts
along the golden path of night

as we kiss no language is exchanged
just a hint of garlic
with a taint of tobacco
in the darkness
we entwine and slide

oh selena I sigh
as I fail my german oral
but there will be forever
a corner of a foreign snatch
that will forever england

The Blue Book

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