Fly on shoe,
how do you do?
Why do you land,
land on my shoe?
Grade twelve lockers,
one after another,
charge no rent
to friend and brother.
Orange and blue
upon a wall
near red and green
with buildings tall.
In my school there is a bench,
a bench within a hall.
And on this bench sat items,
like a textbook lean and tall.
Tiles upon the hallway floor,
some rose, some white,
each one within a memory.
Three humans in a hall,
yes, on a bench.
One eats, one writes,
the other reads.
Across from me
there is a man,
a man they call the thinker.
From there, the further left you go,
the wall becomes the pinker.
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