Sebastian Sandok

Dartmouth 83

Remember Dartmouth 83,
It was something important
To Report.

Camped out in the woods
Two steps behind the soccer fields.
Remember Dartmouth 83?

It rains all over your face
If you don’t get caffeine for the brain.

Is that really your name?
Short, only six letters.

Its tough to walk far with
Three legs, something to do with

Bane from campus, that was six
Years ago

You know the story.

In the tent a bird signaled me,
To move further away from
The mountain, It said there
Were some friends waiting for me
In New York or DC.

I hope they are still there,
When I arrive,

Dartmouth 83, story of a madman.

Walks away, a quick trot with three legs

I think—I have met you before,
Three years ago.

Is that really your name?

Plaid shirt, white beard
Gold hair, Dartmouth 83.

Something to Report.

Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011
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