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Reports A child trudges home from school it's the end of a day so much has been slowly accomplished through each dream of a day people are trudging the child throws a rock at a glass and inside the prison he cries for no one who comes —they are locked away in the TV set someone is singing, someone is beating a huge drum and flailing through the frantic crowd—move faster sing louder it's the end of a day—we need to wake up and do our work: reviewing all these days to make the reports that no one will read (Father says I have read too much) and somehow choose our only choice: Begin
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