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His Finest Day
A school tragedy (A poem within a poem)
The first day of the autumn term
We knew that something was amiss.
We saw the solemn-looking staff;
We felt the pain of grief subsist.
It seemed that in the holidays
A boy called Whipps had disappeared.
Since almost thirty days had passed,
The worst of outcomes was now feared.
He was a shy and quiet boy,
To w...
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