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THE CRIME

"Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes."

This New Freedom

Restrained fling of a classicist:

Done with long and sleepless nights, Through with books and notes and cramming,

Done with fears and sudden frights, Through with sighs and sobs and damning.

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All these things I leave behind

Now Mid-years are off my mind,

And in days of care-free leisure

Redevote myself to pleasure.

Deans may threaten, rant and pray,

I'm a free man--until May!

Unrestrained outburst of a romanticist:

Hence, loathed Midnight Study.

Of foul Neglect and black Probation born,

In student's room forlorn,

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