Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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While Waiting in a Bar by Richard Woolley Part 1 (Him) The girl at the bar has long brown hair, an upturned nose, and unbuttoned shirt. Juhe-Ann. You sit by yourself, shunning their eyes, avoiding their silent advances. Why do you come and sit here, torturing yourself? Nightly vigil, sad decay. Are you waiting, waiting for a little peace? My God you have lonely eyes. Part II (Her) I like just to be here where you can ' t touch me. Away from the kaleidoscope colours and your vile smell. Pretty boy, with your pretty eyes, and your pretty friends, you may kiss my - It all rushes so fast, swirls around my eyes and head. I can no longer see my feet - the earth has swallowed them. Five little girls, All in a row. Play nicely now. Long blonde hair, neat new pinafore tied with a bow. Giggle and screech, around they run. But she ' s got dirt on her hands and her pants have slipped to the ground. Boys and girls and merry-go-rounds, make-believe and fantasy I want to go back, to go home, away from your mess and tired ideas. The Queen of tarts has lost her heart. The Knave took it clean away. Part III (Him again) This loud, smoky room — Bring us a drink -- has become crowded now. Yet you still sit all alone, An oasis, the edge of the storm. At last. Sit down. Have you just arrived? I ' ve been waiting. Good-bye lonely child. Time rots all things.