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8.

As a boy I died

into silent manhood.

I hid the words

teachers helped me find.

People always pine for the ease

of an earlier time, when life

was lunch-boxed with fruit

in the water fountain line,

so much explained during recess time.

I hid the words teachers helped me find.

I spoke in the twist

of fingers to gang signs.

In the color of shoe laces

or which way my brim was tilt,

I hid the words teachers

helped me find.