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Final Examination

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im. my father 1911-1978


Finals: the shining room,
measuring rows of desks.
Among pens and rulers, polo mints,
my sprig of rosemary curled.
Ancient Greeks would thread it
in their hair to sharpen wits.
I bruised the sword-shaped leaves,
began to write.
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Gina PrettyBrownEyes 15 February 2005
my favorite part were your descriptions of the rosemary, at each spot it adds a cetain element to the peice
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