Jack Dikian

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A not so typical Autumn day

Outside, grey brown tops of eucalypt stir in the dull autumn sky. Sward with shriveled foliage strewn; the rain now steadies; gentle a hint of what looms abound; the morning sun bare of warmth, jaded and hard. Beyond the dreary campus grounds, beyond the desolate pool the city sits far, for once alluring a place I would return to soon. It's a cruel act of arrangement that has us in this room, a place of trial, a place where we cast our dice.
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When we had imaginings and we had all kinds of things and we laughed.
' I certainly remember my old school days.
Those days seemed so much longer then,
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