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Memories --poem---
Through the campus of Staff College
Beneath the trees, I pass-
To reach in time
For management class.
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Memories --poem---
Through the campus of Staff College
Beneath the trees, I pass-
To reach in time
For management class.
The memories of college
Strike my mind,
Like a revolution-
Of cyclonic wind.
The friends the gossips,
The class-room heats,
Sweet sour memories
Of functions and treats.
The memories of-
Sports and fetes,
Of unsolved issues,
And sweet sour dates.
What memories are?
When I think apart,
These are books and magazines
In the library of heart.
We open them up,
In the secret hours lane,
To live those forgotten-
Moments again.
Strike my mind,
Like a revolution-
Of cyclonic wind.
The friends the gossips,
The class-room heats,
Sweet sour memories
Of functions and treats.
The memories of-
Sports and fetes,
Of unsolved issues,
And sweet sour dates.
What memories are?
When I think apart,
These are books and magazines
In the library of heart.
We open them up,
In the secret hours lane,
To live those forgotten-
Moments again.