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See you not the savages bouncing & crashing On the field, with sweat & swearing sparkling. Drifting, Filled the ground, the shouts. A red, red, red and red circle tossed around And heads of savages, by that mysterious violent movement, also tossed around As if enchanted. Cheers & yells afar vibrated; savages chanted. Oh the mysterious lulling & energetic spirit/spirits Plunged upon numerous innocent souls, its/theirs Charms swirled round, round, and around. See there the barbarous dance both On and beside the ground, flying & falling breaths, were worth More than plunging heads/balls into piles of moss-eaten Books. Pale civilized intellects coughed, beaten Down by high cultures drifting, drifting, and drifting & biting, biting, and biting. Being enlightened, Ghosts of killing books, soulless, on the campus, silently floated. Sickened By that vibration of sweat & smell afar from the savages That crashed with each other. And Oh, The red, red, circle darted & smashed those brains, and Laid those pale intellectal ghosts unconsciously. The barbarous savages chanted mysteriously And lulled the spirit/spirits and continued its/their energetic dance around. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 58.99.40.34