> Subject: Education snap
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> You're rubbing shoulders,
> sings Brian Ferry, for My pleasure
>
> thanks to a free-ranging I-pod
> as I pull into Reservoir High's empty car park.
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> Twa magpies conspire on asphalt.
> One actively beaks a discarded chip packet
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> seeking morsels while the other waits.
> The seeker seems to see that inversion is required
>
> But it is beyond him.
> Ferry flicked, I emerge
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> just in time to hear a celebratory morning warble
> issue spontaneously from the beaks of both birds.
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> Their interweaving trills harangue the air
> and bounce off the gymnasium walls.
>
> I walk toward them. They skitter away.
> Upending the packet completely causes
>
> the last remaining skerricks to plop,
> the packet bounces off in a sudden wind.
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> The magpies soar off over the oval
> I turn to teach.
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