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Zack Robbins

The Dream

As I keep my head on a swivel
Deja-vu starts to hit.
I smell the stupendous scent of Yankee candles.
I can’t resist the smell, and I wander deeper and deeper into the area.
I notice new sights and wonders,
And clothes disseminated in every direction.
As if a stampede of wild wildebeest ran here.
Dust bunnies are disbursed everywhere,
And a nefarious creature sneaks behind me.
Nervously I run until I cannot run anymore.
As I collapse, I notice a shining light in my peripherals.
I give myself one last push of energy,
And reach the light.
I wake up, realizing it was only a figment of my imagination.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]