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s « Entertainment i H Wednesday, June.3, 1998 L 7 SB From Doom -to <5iee Sltsabeth Mlles From -the gloom old DougaL strode, Untitled and sought the wandering bo? who rode the helper through the wood, and smote her with a bough- DoUgaL trudged through mudd? swamp, Upon ma’ v$/ordl” he said Of ‘y, 'e’s lost ma’ -favorite cow, the scamp,* by Robert Schoenberg | ? I'm looking for a woman who will steal my soul Who will make me cry like no man has ever cried To send me walking the rain slick streets looking for my soul again Screaming out in the darkness make life alive again ' Ah hope she hasna died.” Blackbirds trilled as DougaL swam through marshy, Ca-t—tailed ba?. In the waiting room, Easter Sunday by Dennis Knight He spied his beast, not Come to harm, A rose of love Winter falls tied -Fast to ?on ash tree. was given to me both outside and in red in color smell so sweet I feel lost A petal falls Friends are forever His check wasn’t cashed, not once but twice inside your mind time will tell like the hangman’s lever Because he was smashed and in your heart the rose just fell The love is gone To the earth once more a couple no more back again forgotten in merth together not when. by Angela Waddell Surrounded reflecting light Ply husband and I were a sight upon my pain. As the police came to break up the fight Waiting. And so PEE turned out our lights. Crying inside. A husband's story! Eyes of borrowed strength look down into the fade of his. Ply wife and I had no big fight - I did pay the bill for the light His hand in mine holds tight, to say he knows- not where to begin A wife's story; by walls of white A ¿J to comfort me and leave me with a memory of his strength. - The police were not there the rose smells sweet forever more Ply wife wasn’t fair And I only had one small Bud Light. by Dina Ploritz Around me, eyes fill with streams of fear and drops of heartache; Summer Music Classes! but none, as real as mine. I hear demons of death, carried this way, on a cold wind. Let me find shelter MUS 131-01 Learn to play the piano in a creative, supportive environment All skill levels are welcome. Learn music reading, theory, and technique at your own pace. Times: TuesSThurs. 11-12 p.m., TuesJThurs. 6-7 p.m. non-credit, 8 weeks, 6/23-8/13 inside myself where 1 stand out of reach from those who want MUS 199-01 to grab a hold of my pain. Let it stay inside me where 1 feel it - incompletely. Don't force me to face it £ Have you always wanted to write music? This class will meet your individual need as you learn the basics of music sequencing and create and arrange your own vocal or instrumental compositions. All skill levels are welcome. Time: Wes. 7-9 p.m. 1 credit, s weeks, 6/23-7/21 Contact: Janet Martin 657-6958 ext. 2395 or look into eyes that will break through walls that protect me; Leave me alone. Wednesday, June 3, 1998
