I don’t care if anyone reads this, but... I found this old poetry anthology in the clubroom today. Not that I was looking for it or anything. It just... happened to be there. And it’s not like I spent an hour reading it instead of working on my own stuff. That’d be ridiculous. (But if anyone does want to talk about the symbolism in the third poem, I guess I could spare a minute... Not that I’d enjoy it or anything.)