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Missing
By Sammy Ginsberg todayis the day.i set off for a new adventure.i may see you again;i may nothow much will you miss me?a littlebut mostly,you will forget mebut mostly,i will be far awayand missing.
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From Child to College
By Sammy Ginsberg The crickets clickon a night of good byesits just life, just a momenta moment that means something,but only if you give it meaning,it’s easy to pretend it’s nothing,and just keep moving and just keep livingwithout thinking, stopping, cryingto see that everything is changing,but I don’t.in arms i feel tears,hugs, we hold our…
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See You Soon
By Sammy Ginsberg I never thought I’d listen to Helena Beatas I drove away from my best friend’s housethe night we said ‘see you soon’ just a song she showed me,just a song, a finals lucky charmjust a song she showed me,just a song our ears experienced live I never knew this would be that…
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John Burnett Hall
By Sammy Ginsberg My hall of residence at University John Burnett halljust a word, for the momentto be my familymy communitymy homei cannot wait to be thereand coin a person’s drinki cannot wait to chugand laugh, to get away with stupid shitcollege is the place where you fuck up and it’s funnyif ever there is…
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No Longer Soon
By Sammy Ginsberg Response to The Prodigal Son Returns Home by Ramon Garciazsoon i will be living away from here,losing my innocence,challenging the injustice.I will parade fine cities,Burlesque myselfand find my selfand find someone else.no longer my skin,but sin,and a houseI usedto live in.
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Ventura County Star Scholar
By Sammy Ginsberg We sit in a room of prospective potential, brillianceof dreams still dreams, dedicationto get here tookbrilliance and dedicationA dream we believe inand they believe in ushundreds of complete strangersand they believe in usTeachers, Superintendents, Council Membersand they believe in usKen Jenningsand he believes in usour parentsand they believe in usthe Ventura County…
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Bowdoin, A collection of Haikus
By Sammy Ginsberg SmellBowdoin has nice bricksand smells like pine trees with a floor of sun and snow. FeelBowdoin makes me feelso east, moose and evergreenLongfellow, HawthorneSexAlfred Kinsey, firstto truly study sex, Ithink Bowdoin’s for me.FoodBest food, I tried it.Roast vegetable soup, foryou I would attend. The English Department, BowdoinI walked in red bricks, felt…
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School
By Sammy Ginsberg Try not to break your Pencil, while you vent at four walls,You’ll only get splinters. pencil squeaking onblank paper, eraser pink.time to start to think.
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Football Game
By Sammy Ginsberg As his head was perched on mine,and his ear, a secret away. “I’m only going to let you down”regretfully whispered,only trying to be original,but instead foreshadowing,never would I feel white chalk on my lips.
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Last Thursday Night
By Sammy Ginsberg My friend Christina’s in my bed,There’s a pounding my headGlitter all over the roomKevin is a total toolWe didn’t go very far.JA’s passed out in his carI invented soleful shoesJohn is always gonna lose Pictures of last night Ended up onlineI’m screwedOh Crap!It’s a black top blurBut I’m pretty sure it ruledLast…