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REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST

I was just a simple goldfish

Unimportant, fettered, blue,

But a college student saw me . . .

Now I'm a Harvard '42.

Just a goldfish in a fish bowl

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With an orbit small and drear . . .

Now I move about a campus

And I've learned the college cheer.

I suppose I should be happy,

Yet there's something I bewail:

I had brothers in that fish bowl

And I fear they want to Yale. --Des Moines Tribuse.

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