Hillcrest High School - Prospectus Yearbook (Jamaica, NY)

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ff, I If . ,fig ig The City lstood and watched, the evening sky, blackly, bleakly somber, creeping, over a dying city. Clinting knives flash in the shadows and, bloodstains, slowly seep from dying lips, Lips lapsing into a dreamless sleep. Suddenly, slipping from it's black shroud, The moon comes shimmering, shining in it's infinite lightg 15 Amy Adler A city comes alive! People pushing, pulling, Straining to make contact with apathetic aparitionsj Passing by a bright, boistorous barg one hears music. jazz insinuates, Slithering, sliding over the stained pavementg Slender sirens, hip swinging, start their nocturnal rounds. Sensuous, stagnant, screaming city.

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ev? Fragile My cast-iron strands are gilded with gold Deceiving others often . , , perhaps . . . Nevertheless, to me they are a prison. Had I wings I'd bat them like dusty blankets out a high Had I the beak-like mouth or the screech-shrill voice, story window, Beating hard against the war-battered bricks, Fran Drescher I would scream away my rage Let others call it song . .. perhaps . 4 . Had I those sharp fork-like feet, I would claw and I would scratch, Until my blood-blistered toes were weary from my madness perhaps . . . But I've neither wings, nor claws, nor screech-shrill scream Only the reality of My gilded strands ofcast-iron gold.