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Royce Hall
Drowsy and drizzly.  Curved stairs.
Stairwells well-deep in my attempts
At reading Sophocles.  At Shakespeare.
Lear and Cordelia.  Antigone, Rex.
My mocassin grinds at tobacco stubs
Which custodians curse into the blind night.
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