By: CelDisch
Competition Year: 2013
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Between the blood brick walls of this old cotton mill,
A hoard of famished scholars crave a garnished course.
With wit and intellect their mind they hope to fill,
And change the way we live without any remorse.

Brittle is our world, uncertain is our future,
Learn to cradle life and it will be much smoother.
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