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Frances
Hankins
16
ABOUT
SCHOOL
He
always
He
always
wanted
to
explain
things,
but
no
one
cared
So
he
drew
Sometimes
he
would
just
draw
&
it
wasn't
anything
He
wanted
to
carve
it
in
stone,
or
write
it
in
the
sky
He
would
lie
out
on
the
grass
and
look
up
in
the
sky
and
it
would
be
only
the
sky
&
things
inside
him
that
need
saying
And
it
was
after
that
that
he
drew
the
picture
It
was
a
beautiful
picture,
He
kept
it
under
his
pillow
and
would
let
no
one
look
at
it
Ane
he
would
look
at
it
every
night
and
think
about
it
And
when
it
was
dark
and
his
eyes
would
close
he
could
still
see
it
An
it
was
all
of
him
&
he
loved
it
When
he
started
school
he
took
it
with
him
Not
to
show
anyone,
but
just
to
have
it
with
him
like
afriend
It
was
funny
about
school
He
sat
in
a
square
brown
room,
like
all
the
other
rooms
An
it
was
tight
and
close,
and
stiff
He
hated
to
hold
the
pencil
and
chalk,
with
his
arm
Stiff
and
his
feet
flat
on
the
floor,
stiff,
with
the
teacher
watching
and
watching
The
teacher
came
and
spoke
to
him
She
told
him
to
wear
a
tie
like
all
the
other
boys
He
said
he
didn't
like
them
and
she
said
it
didn't
matter
After
that
he
drew,
and
hew
drew
all
yellow,
and
it
was
that
way
He
felt
about
morning.
And
it
was
beautiful
The
teacher
and
and
smiled
at
him,
"What's
this?"
she
said
"Why
don't
you
draw
something
like
Ken's
drawing?
Isn't
it
beautiful."
After
that
his
mother
bought
him
a
tie
and
he
always
drew
Airplanes
and
rocket
ships
like
everyone
else
And
he
threw
the
picture
away
And
when
he
lay
all
alone,
looking
at
the
sky,
it
was
big
and
blue
and
all
of
everything
But
he
wasn't
anymore
He
was
square
and
brown
inside
and
his
hands
were
stiff
And
he
was
like
everyone
else.
All
the
things
inside
Him
that
needed
saying
didnt
need
it
anymore
It
has
stopped
pushing.
It
was
crushed
Stiff
Like
everything
else
Author
Unknown
vanishing
dreams
To
wish
for
more
they
always
do
To
want
the
moon
or
more
the
stars
Its
always
yet
still
something
new
If
not
the
boat,
house
then
cars
They
always
look
to
find
some
dream
So
far
away
and
fading
fast
A
place
full
of
peaches
and
cream
A
dream
can
never
really
last
The
Utopias
and
Edens
Can
fade
in
worlds
of
strife
and
woe
Men
go
unbidden
to
their
yens
As
fast
forgotten
they
do
go.
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