A brick once held the door
Just as people once stayed over-more. Light blocked from the windows above, yet Afternoon sun, still livin’ Yellow machines, still undrivin’ As we sit Desks, tables, boards, and such Not too little Not too much. Some treats and clics Of keyboards and chips As we sit Fourth day of the week Discussions fill the time Of reading, writing And grime. As we sit Despite all hardships It has survived To now, when it will thrive Forever fun and fulfilling We stand For this club Strong and willing.
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