I've been to college before, told by seniors it's all been done,
Know the difference between too much fun and just tons.
I know what gives, who will give in, and who just takes.
I know the sneaking in, and just how much noise it makes.
I know the streets here, and I have known their deepest nights,
Following the moon through three-A.M. lefts and rights.
I know this town, all up and down, and I believe
That familiarity breeds never wanting to leave.
I realized the first time I read this poem that it was open to a very dark, creepy reading as well. I didn't change anything, though. I always liked video games with weird easter eggs in them. Poems should be the same way.
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