Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

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I'm an ancient rock Living through the many ages. I've splintered from the tumbling falls To rest upon a tapered lawn. The tickling of an ant that crosses my back Awakens my sleeping on the earth. G A billowy leaf descends to cover me. ,KXIAN r And solitude overcomes me. 1 'T Richelle Russel my osiilgb rg i '53 7 4: Ji A ii Gm . fXASSk?x kr ' T V There-once was a man named Fagen Who drove and crashed his Volkswagon. G' 421 The other said, HI'm sorry.u T 4:5 And drove off in his Ferrari my . xx With a beautiful girl named Magen. y T NQX I . ,.K Tim Slottow i T T George Anders MacPhee felt greata He danced around the room, guzzled champagne, and toasted himself to the world. nEureka!N he yelledf UI've found itln George Anders MacPhee had just made a time machine from his transistor radio. ult works! Yippeei Eurekalu The littlefold lady who lived next door phoned the police, They came to his apartment with a strait jacket. WTake me to the presidentfn he yelled. HI have a discovery of immediate importance to the nationln The Cops wouldn't let go. At twelve o'clock noon, in a padded cell in the city jail, tied securely in a strait jacket and under constant closed-circuit TV supervision, George Anders MacPhee, occupationlhandy'man, vanishedw Tom Becker

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Below the wooden castle of desolate rooms lies a man. Upon the beach he lies silently. Slowly he lifts his head. His eyes are redlfrom the salt of the sea, His hair is entwined with seaweed. His face is scarred and beaten. Crawling forward'he collapses, thefwater dripping from his tattered clothes upon the boardwalk on whichfhe lies. Morning arrives. The shipwrecked body of the man lies as before, exhausted but alive. He rises towhis knees and views his surroundings. 'Being a simple man and a poet at heart, he calls out weakly to the seagulls above. An old forgotten village, nameless, faceless, alone. He turns tolthe houses that stand bleakly isolated. 'HG speaks again facing the towering shambles that stand on the rocky cliffs. A The dark windows stare forlornly out to sea. The cold -wind blows, swinging creaking doors back and forth. Dark foreboding clouds roll slowly toward the tumble-down shacks. .A disturbed and angry sea splashes against ageless guardians rof rock, which form a sheltered cove. A He crawls upon the boardwalk, seating himself down in a protective niche, contemplating the water then murmuring this last words. The water washes around its crumbling mmorings, rocking the barnacledlboats gently. Rain falls lightly on sheet metal roofing. A d I n He falls asleep, the sea.whispering across the beach, the foam marking high tide.. Steve Pri ce I-1 .Q V or ,gl A f - 'EI 1, -7 . F l J m s Xjkib , s at 1 n I. Xie: WIGNUYKK wrv ' Basketbarlsl ' I Fast moving. . l Trp off s 'dy Catch it, Run- w Dribbling rhythm pounding on the floor. '- rl p Shoots. A A , V Up in the airy. Down court. - z s UP it goes... Qing Good. Ricky Gillin