A sunny day in Fallowfield, students
Everywhere, and guess what? More girls than boys
As our group talked in Starbucks, no relent
For tired eyes; no, there was too much choice
To chew on and drink up, these thin young toys
Occasionally a bit of meat on one
My eyes turn back to our group, and I’m poised
To speak to it, whether it really wants
Me to or not, while the parade goes on
The queue flows on like a river, unspent
As rivulets of coffee spread all ways
Carried by skinny hands eager to learn
Not so much their curriculum subjects
More about where caffeinated blood flows
Saturday 6 February
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