Out the dormitory window
I let fly
Dreams of Grand Adventure
In summer high
Still leaves on the ground
Are crisp and dry
And the clouds hand low
In the winters sky
I worry not, for day
Does lead to day
And before long it
Will lead to May
Soon surely enough
I shall be on my way
Leaving behind
The days of gray
S.S.Sandok
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