Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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MY CHIN ' S GOT A VALLEY IN IT. my chin ' s got a valley in it where sometimes my thoughts come down to play and laugh below my small red lips trying to avoid the spray i feel them dancing in my chin and reach up my hand to brush them away but they slip through my fingers like live white fish to carry on their play then sometimes in a game of hide and seek one finds an upward way climbing on pegs of blasted black hair if i ' ve forgotten to shave that day he falls in my mouth with a plop and a cry and i savour his taste like a mental gourmet if pleased with my own little thought i open my mouth and blow him away. Graham Leggat I lie in bed and watch the sky It doesn ' t move it ' s good under pressure ... pink orange greyclouds ... dark cloudworms sliding ... smears across the sky ... clouds furrow the skybrow ... - the sky has black streaks in it! Graham Leggat

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' m »■ - »jr ' ' ■: ■ ' ' W ' breaking into white 1| i ' ' j at your expens : my expense :rne? :S just the waves i just the sea. Graham Leggat stares quickly (child-intense) :he strange sitting crumpled on the doorstep waiting (me) drinking chocolate milk and eating bus-stop-bought ham sandwiches the two thousand mile intercontinental Kerouacian wizard wheeze. Graham Leggat ,«--«„»».„ cause someone else wrote it doesn ' t mean it isn ' t my book (I don ' t understand) ffiiei inind (is an ocean in the Iwer (and the question) s®osiaic Dutchboy meeteth th of the Universe ipyful jubilant praise novel ' png and lie back ieeful bliss rffeellfke the whole world is sliining ; through me 1 feel transparent porey iike; come on come .-fe ' we ' ll stay u we ' ve no need t6 we can live on t • . and the comfort ' an whistle while ' i t tt. vt 4 . »9

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WISH ON A STAR wish on a star you must think I ' m soft in the head you wouldn ' t catch me talking to the moon or catching raindrops standing, head upraised, mouth open standing in the street catching raindrops you might as well tell me to search for the end of the rainbow or four-leaf clovers you couldn ' t expect me to pick daisies and weave them in a chain for you split the stems, thread the heads and weave them in a chain for you you might as well ask me to write poetry for you. Graham Leggat