Lake Oswego High School - Lakers Log Yearbook (Lake Oswego, OR)

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Ten points for that old lady. Three for the flower, eighteen for the telephone pole, none for wiping out the car. Seven point two for a possum. Brown and blue and grey-no colors in your colors, rock, but no need when you are even. Hear the water in your ears? Your body ls thawing-go chase your- self around the block. Hey now, world, your earth won't slip beneath my feet. I dare me to walk down the hall on one tile for the next thirty days. Little one, you're balancedg the same amount of air pushes you up as down. Y0u're a warm room in yourself' spaces live between your stars. Birds forget your presence because you make no noise inside. Happy I am 1'm me! But others. Other people. You alone. There 's more.

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Excuse me, nzister. Could 1 take the world off your shoulders so you can breathe? Laughing free, go gather every kite, bal- loon, and grassy green sun in the nearest square mile. You are a silly idiot, idiotenever before have you ever cared more about somebody other than else. Wheel Fall in happi- ness, bounee you as a ball. OK brat, be open, vulnerable. Let the birds leave, gliding up and down the windelet them gather the breeze moved by treetops together. Your blood may be warmed by the touch of another, you have a need now to give,' not a desire to keep talking. Take my whispers, my memories, my laughter, my care. Let me give you the strength you have given to me. 1 will keep on believing the truth I am learn- ing, one understands what he's giving when he gives it away. Yes. ll am, you, child, are the crown of creation! SPRING