So I sat in the first grade again
Our shouting valiant teacher drowning
Not waving in the tossing waves
Only the phlegmatics paying attention
I chatted with a smartly-dressed
Young man hiding in a corner
Behind a desk he'd toppled
I admired his vest and shoes
We talked of dogs and cats
I asked which painting
Of the sun coming up in the sea
Was his among the thirty
Each so wonderful and unique
Versions of it living on the walls
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