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It is the end of the semester here at Gasoline Alley in Springfield, Massachusetts, and the creative writing students are about to give their readings. It is an artsy setting, the SEE café and gallery. Some of the students who will read today hope to transfer into the engineering program at the University of Massachusetts. They are computer-wise, bright students. Others are candidates for the nursing program. Three women hope to transfer to Mt. Holyoke or Smith. But here they are today, reading their poems at a gallery they have never visited before, with African masks all around them. The favorites today are blues poems, and Leanne concludes hers, “Sweet thing, I thought you were the one, but now I know that I was wrong./ Yeah, I thought you were the one but now I know I was so wrong/ Cuz baby if that were true, these blues would be a sweet love song.” Leanne hopes to be a pharmacy major, but, after some initial fretting about what her grade would be, she enjoys writing poems.