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caught

somewhere between long division and the capitals of the world
we found ourselves behind the door by the butterfly cabinet
smokey bacon fingers  high arched windows

show me yours and I'll show you mine
holly blue painted lady speckled wood and brimstone

how cruel the pins how cruel

and the white door gloss painted
the dust in the tar black stripes of the wooden floor

as hail pounded the roof we cleared the desks to the far corners
swung out the runnered ropes to climb like pirates
smokey bacon fingers high arched windows

show me yours and I'll show you mine
small copper orange tip red admiral and peacock

how cruel the pins how cruel

and the leather headed rope still swings
the ink we spilled still stains the lids the desks long disposed