Please give my body to the night
It never ceased to serve me right
But though it tries with all its might
It cannot save me from my plight
Please give heart and mind to the moon
She’ll learn that they are damaged soon
She’ll see they march to their own tune
All they touch is not gold but ruin
My soul remains and it is still
Saving its strength for the hill
And in the numb I feel the chill
I am alive and I can feel
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Folake Sobogun: Putting Love into Catering at LSE
In the final Flipside interview of this academic year, Emma interviews Folake Sobogun, the assistant catering manager at Carr-Saunders, to explore how life at LSE residence halls unfolds behind the counter, in the dining hall.
