11 July 2010

Muster the Brohirrim!


Where now the jeep and yeah dudes? Where is the airhorn that was blowing?
Where is the visor and the pink polo and the bright bleached hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the beer pong, and the iPhone glowing?
Where is the spring semester and the hazing and the frat house lawn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;

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