Poem from a few years back.
Going to bed at ten
Waking up at seven
Getting to school at eight
I can’t wait to start the day
Going from class to class
Carrying books and such around
Here at good old hunking
With all the cracks in the ground
Go to lunch and talk
To all of my good friends
Who aren’t in my classes
Counting down the minuets until it ends
The school day is almost over
Now I’m sitting on the bus
I still have homework
That has piled up
I finish all of that
And now it’s time to sleep
One more day less of school
One more memory to keep
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