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COLLEGE Emptying my bent spare-change cup, in good faith I signed up Toward the embellishment of my poetry's plain pen erudition Just my luck it turned out, the class aspired to be more about The various and sundry improvement of non-fiction's fiction And though I fancied a good time of polishing up my simple rhyme I was compelled to compose instead recondite boredom of historical line So, to make the best of a most dire and unfortunate situation I set my heart to broaden the thin scope of my piece-meal education By developing toward doctoral professorship of ivory-tower predilection Of twisting all that be true into a perverse Babylon of total fiction
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