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          Iowa City--
          By Meg Early

          I only went in fall,
          And it ignited a fire in me.
          A young 90’s teen,
          Cruising past the Old Capitol,
          Blasting Donovan’s ‘Sunshine Superman.’

          I thought the 60’s were alive.
          As if all of campus was Haight-Ashbury.
          I went to concerts in the parks,
          Passing out brochures that begged, Legalize Hemp!
          Innocent enough at that point,
          Still believing dreams could come true.

          I spent glorious weekends,
          Trying on young adulthood.
          Sipping Hawkeye vodka,
          Watching ‘A Clockwork Orange,’
          Sinking into the comfy couch,
          in a house named Chaos.

          I walked the streets,
          With semi alternative, semi adult men,
          Listening to tales-
          Of Kurt Vonnegut parties,
          The Rain Room,
          Secret Pizza,
          And Pirate radio.
          (I still don’t know what’s true.)

          I bought clothes at Ragstock,
          Incense from Vortex and,
          Everyone I knew majored in English.
          everybody had a manuscript,
          Cardboard boxes full of short stories,
          mountains of poems.

          This place lit a fire in me each fall,
          Gently waking the romantic in me-
          Shaking me from my practical country slumber.
          Giving me city dreams.

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