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There is no history here, no steps worn down by centuries of feet Only rectangle after rectangle after rectangle Rectangle buildings crisscrossed by rectangle concrete Rectangle lawns next to rectangle ponds under a rectangle bridge If you travel through rectangle corridors to the rectangle quad You are treated to an immaculately maintained circle As a rest from the rectangle monotony

Students hop rectangle barriers to smoke sitting on rectangle balconies But respect the rectangle keep out signs, for the most part The ducks don't know what the signs say, and if they did they wouldn't care They fly where they like and waddle where they will They poop on the rectangle walls and splash in the rectangle ponds At night they give no thought to symmetry as they huddle in one corner of the lawn To tuck their heads under their wings And dream of the open sky

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