On a shining silver tray,
Slender needles lie.
Enclosed in webs of cotton and lace,
They hypnotize the eye.
Oh, miniature sword
Strike clear and true!
Swallow drops of ruby blood
That shifts from red to blue.
Up the twisting sloping tubes,
You deliver your treasure sweet.
Leave but a red dot on my arm
What a heroic feat.
**freshmen year
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