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When school is out today, I will walk her home touching her sleeve. It comes out from her shoulders, like a blossom. It's like I am touched, I feel so weak between me. The organ music makes me high. I want to stand and turn my head with its sound. Papa Joe's soul is dancing like the eyes of a red eyed cat, as he moves under a purple cloak just a level below Limbo. Lent, and the going to six o'clock Mass is over now, but she is still a lilly for me. I am a hero now. Captain of a football team, that won all the games. Games, games, gone away, practice was such a pain in the ass. No audience for kill the man; no practice need for killing. Five thousand people at a grade school football game. I can't imagine that. But I ran beneath them with glory stringing my body tight before I was of age. Or is anyone ever old in the mind, when they find themselves a gladiator? Early in the morning of an April fool, we came creeping in the school. What a ball, to send the organ crashing down the hall. Break the lock on the nuns desk, and find the answere to our quest. Theavery of a nun is funny, there is never any money. Take the study plans and switch them, they will never find them. Acroos the hall take this and over there take that; they will all be confused, if they remember yesterday and where they sat. Everything where it did not belong was put, so that when they saw, they would explode caput. Barricade the doorway with chairs; today children, classes will be held on the stairs. Here and there we will run, with no walls to echo voices saying we are dumb. April fool, April fool, Papa Joe let us go, when everyone stood as soon, as the loud speaker said, who did it, and walked out of their room, and down the hall toward Mother Superior yelling, we admit it. I won't go away from you I told her in the garbage can darkness, behind the nightly silence of Beverly road. The Lincoln bums knew I did it. They smiled a twinkle and