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     CONTACT 
     
    
   
   
    
     THE 
     
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     STAFF 
     
    
   
   
    
     False Dawn 
     
    
   
   
    
     Kerry Lafferty 
     
    
   
   
    
     In the light of false dawn 
     
    
   
   
    
     he checks his watch already 
     
     knowing what he’ll see. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Too late to go home, too early 
     
     to go anywhere else. 
     
    
   
   
    
     He lifts his head and plods to 
     
     the coffee shop. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Too soon, he’s surrounded 
     
    
   
   
    
     by the clamoring throngs of 
     
     caffeine addicts. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Like a dentist’s dill, the buzz 
     
     of conversation bores into his 
     
     mind. 
     
    
   
   
    
     In the numbness that follows 
     
     the pain, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Time becomes meaningless. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Released from the confines of 
     
     Time and Space, 
     
    
   
   
    
     his mind roams unhindered. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Through the eyes of people 
     
     long dead and those not yet born, 
     
    
   
   
    
     he views his world, 
     
    
   
   
    
     and is shocked back to reality 
     
     by what he sees. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Only a few minutes have 
     
     passed 
     
    
   
   
    
     but he’s experienced the lives 
     
     of a multitude. ; 
     
    
   
   
    
     With furtive glances left and 
     
     right, 
     
    
   
   
    
     he dashes out the door into 
     
     the morning sun, = 
     
    
   
   
    
     Clio’s Summer 
     
    
   
   
    
     Poor Clio! After receiv- 
     
     ing an average of 82.4% in his 
     
     spring semester marks, the fa- 
     
     mous UPEI freshman decided to 
     
     work during the summer. Clio 
     
     wanted to earn some money for 
     
     his second year at college at 
     
     UPEI. Clio went to work for 
     
     a neighboring farmer called Eu- 
     
     terpe. Poor Clio did not know 
     
     what he was getting into. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The first day, Clio raked the 
     
     farmyard. He raked and raked 
     
     and raked. He gathered the 
     
     debris into piles. Suddenly a 
     
     storm brewed up and scattered 
     
     the leaves all over the yard! Clio 
     
     had to start all over again. 
     
    
   
   
    
     One day Clio began working 
     
     in the barn. He went up into the 
     
     loft to put hay down for the cows. 
     
     Poor Clio grabbed a bale of hay 
     
     near the. bottom of the loft and 
     
     fifty bales of hay fell on top of 
     
     him! Later on Clio helped Eu- 
     
     terpe milk the cows.. Poor Clio 
     
     was kicked twice that evening and 
     
     was attacked by three wild cats 
     
     and two dogs. 
     
    
   
   
    
     the drive-on mower and started 
     
     to MoWthe farmyard. Euterpe 
     
     and his men were letting their 
     
     cows out into the pastures for 
     
     the first time that year. A bull 
     
     jumped the fence, spotted Clio, 
     
     and charged. Poor Clio shoved 
     
     the mower into high gear and 
     
     yelled for help. 
     
    
   
   
    
     In early July Clio was ordered 
     
     to haul wagonloads of hay from 
     
     the fields to Euterpe’s barns. One 
     
     time Clio was driving into the 
     
     yard when he lost control of the 
     
    
   
   
    
     tractor. The tractor smashed 
     
     through the wall of one of Eu- 
     
     terpe’s barns! Euterpe patiently 
     
     explained to Clio that the esca- 
     
     lator was designed to transport 
     
     the bales of hay into the barns; 
     
     it was not necessary for Clio to 
     
     drive right in! 
     
    

    
     Fall finally came. Clio, after 
     
     a long hard summer, went back 
     
     to college. .Farmer Euterpe re- 
     
     called all of Clio’s mishaps and 
     
     vowed this would be one summer 
     
     he would never forget. And UPEI 
     
     greeted its most famous sopho- 
     
    
   
   
    
     Two weeks later Clio prepared 
     
    
   
   
    
     Friend | 
     
    
   
   
    
     by Brian Cormier 
     
    
   
   
    
     I am glad that you are here. 
     
     Without you, I am a body with- 
     
     out. a mind, a mind without soul, 
     
     a soul without direction. I can 
     
     reach out and touch you if I need 
     
     to - you offer your shoulder to 
     
     cry on, your voice to comfort, you 
     
     logi¢. to counsel. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Through you, my outlook im- 
     
     proves. I can confide in you, and 
     
     you help me to see errors in my 
     
     ways. You prop me up, and you 
     
     help me to get ready to face the 
     
     world. You do not command, you 
     
     do not order; you advise on po:- 
     
     sible choices, and give your opin- 
     
     ion. You are my friend. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Now, I ask of but one favor: 
     
     do not leave me. Do not let me 
     
     be your enemy, for I shall per- 
     
     ish without you at my side. You 
     
     are the buffer between reality and 
     
     fantasy, despair and happiness, 
     
     sanity and asylum. And when we 
     
     must eventually part to carry on 
     
     with our own lives, do not say 
     
     goodbye, but say farewell, I’ll be 
     
     seeing you. Neither distance nor 
     
     time can lessen the special bond 
     
     that is shared by two friends. You 
     
     will always be with me, in my 
     
     heart. You are my friend. 
     
    
   
   
    
     rain. 
     
    
   
   
    
     and the rain won’t stop 
     
    

    
     and it just pours down 
     
    

    
     and it creeps and it crawls - 
     
     through the cracks in the walls 
     
     and it grips and it grabs 
     
    

    
     at my screaming mind 
     
    

    
     and it tears it apart 
     
    
   
   
    
     with sharpened claws 
     
    
   
   
    
     some say that life has beauty 
     
     some say that life is good 
     
     but all that i’ve known 
     
    

    
     are the hardships 
     
    

    
     all that i’ve seen 
     
    
   
   
    
     is the blood 
     
    
   
   
    
     as it falls 
     
    

    
     in streams around me 
     
     the others 
     
    

    
     run and hide 
     
    

    
     i can find 
     
    

    
     no where to run to 
     
    
   
   
    
     the rain follows me inside 
     
    
   
   
    
     -O.M. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     a 
     
    
   
   
    
     more student — Clio. 
     
    
   
   
    
     See 
     
    
   
   
    
     Thursday, September 1oth, 1988S