Withrow High School - Withrow Annual Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Who am I? But a man in a forest. Look! This forest is of men, All different, None with meaning 01' faces. Look again! You are in a maze: Concrete walls. distorted noises. It alI seems so rushed, You think! This is a City? Why are we so civilized And yet, still in a jungle? And all is strange. Is this our great human race? Rick Howard

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PHYLLIS Young and fresh. Sensitive to life itself. like u huhy who Is discovering its surroundings. Yet so 111m wu re, Soft. Devi 5 play on the surface. Which hides the gentleness that 5 inside, A gentleness that is rarely released, Except when met with gentleness itself. A flower or ii tender kiss. She tukcs hurting matters at heart, And exults at the slightest joy. Beautiful. Laughing. crying. A woman. Intolemnt at herself. She pictures others as hm'scif. But sh e knows tw'eryonc is iiffcrcnt. She approaches with shynesa and leaves with a warm smile. Trustt'ul. To her truth is love To me she is the same. Phillip Buscema 4 hi VA A .r' I'I'k r1'PL-h - 1'. ILIFILII' 1 fl. i 13.. T. ii 171

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