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Chris Van Etten The CourtIt’s the rightful place where we belong.
The carefree place where our restless hearts lay.
The place where everything that goes wrong
during the long day goes away,
almost as if our problems are like mosquitoes
that are burned with repelling spray.
It’s the revered place where we become one.
The flawless place we hold second to none.
The place where we escape our fears,
just like a bullet leaves a gun.
Where we rise up defiantly,
just like the morning sun.
Here, we become brothers.
Here, we go “hard in da paint.”
And no matter what we are to others,
here, in place as sacred as a saint,
just like the purest water,
we are without taint…
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2011 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2011 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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