A purgatory of pleasure and pressure 

The happiest place,
We’ll ever go


Lost sheep –  Ricardo Teixeira


Late nights,
Even earlier mornings


Important assignments,
Missed opportunities


Hiding behind sunglasses
And campus communities


Grabbing a drink after 12
Into books,
We often delve.


Yet what we learn best of all,
Isn’t taught in a lecture hall


It’s between class,
As we sit on the grass.


Perdeby often gets asked if we have a space for poetry in the paper. Now we do. If you think your poetry should appear in this space, send an
email to perdeby@up.ac.za. Submissions may not be more than 100 words and may not have any unusual layout features. See the Perdeby letter
policy at perdeby.co.za for other guidelines.

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