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The boy sits in the schoolchair
In the light from the west window
Half the desks in the hot room are empty now.
Outside, the trees are full green
The broad schoolyard is newly mown
Bees hover and bump against the glass panes.
He stands and lifts the completed exam paper
From the desktop, walks to the teacher’s desk
And lays it on the stack.
This is his last test on his last day of his last year
Never has he felt so free
The school has lost jurisdiction over him
He senses that
And walks out the door
Nothing can stop him now.
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