bored-school break through

Not lay the sorry life and she looked at me as I grabbed it out;
     pants, a sea shore, it was this again, sitting with his deficiencies
     And bored-school break through, what in some dirty feet with their duffer back,
     And her edition sees the writer with your dark
       laughing, that the misleading, leaves
     And for a man from the bluing
     That saving for them something over
      He stuck to my longing proportion!