poem time up in hea my buds
back to school
waking up when its still dark
bus rides passing by the park
shoving pushing through the halls
lockers jammed just like them all
interesting facts in class
ignored while hoping the week will pass
lunch time comes and everyone relaxes
lunch still sucks even though they have our family's taxes
just a few classes to get over
before your home taking a shower
of course this poem makes school seem like a complaint
because in school good things have no restraint
Anna~~~
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