you used to hit your hand on your desk and
laugh until the bell rang and
your laughter rang right on through it and
with it and became a part of it and
a part of my memory
imprinted
with that bell
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1 comment:
Hmm.. very interesting! But grade six? I'd associated it with something younger..
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