Palm Beach Community College - Galleon Yearbook (Lake Worth, FL)

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--V ' ,1 :. ■v% r ' ' Pk: 1 li . tv V ■i-. ' X THERE IS A BROOK DOWN THE WAY, IT IS VERY CLEAR THE PEOPLE SAY. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO GO THAT FAR, NOR AM I ALLOWED OUT THE DOOR. FOR I AM BLIND AND CAN NOT SEE THE THINGS THAT LIVE AROUND ME. CATHY MATTHEWS

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Hi On The River The moon isn ' t out, The river rats dance just the same. I sit here evasive. (There ' s Erin driving that poor IVIoron of a dog into a frenzy) I ' m watching these humans play Their equations of love to the hilt. I should be out dancing with the River rats, clacking my teeth clicking my nails white belly exposed. (I ' m weak in the knees from that Foul river dance) The moon isn ' t out. The river rats dance just the same. I play my equations of love To the hilt. I hear footsteps in the alley cats on the walk- claws out all. Tis half moon, foggy. Swamp rats swamping, they only want themselves they only want themselves; they only want themselves; a stream-up in mid-course, between this shore and that. Static keeps you guessing and confused. All the players are playing. You ' re in the corner keeping your voice from crack holding your eyes from blur. We think we all know in our sweet, sweet corners. Face the wall. Hear your own voice echo. My strings are old- They strain and screech against the sweet chord that you play. Tish Palmer

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Change If I am going to be hated for what I say. Than hate me; If I am going to be feared for what I do. Than fear me; = If you cannot accept me as I am. Than cast me aside. For I shall not change. David B. Stover Life So much like life is the old oak tree. That everyone who passes must stare; Yet every time you look at it. You ' re dared to climb once more; ; But once the sap has dribbled your pride, Impulse will carry you on; The fear of heights will make you look up. Only to see you ' re almost there; But it ' s the last few twigs that will get you there. Only to climb one more. David B. Stover