A poem about my old grade school.

This school is my school, this school is your school
From the main door to homerooms
From the blooming garden to the old kindergarten
This school was made for you and me
As I go walking this ribbon hallways
I see above me the skyward cross
And all around me the P.A. system keeps saying;
This school was made for you and me
I roam and ramble around the hallways aimless
Till I come to my class to take a math test
And when its over the teacher is saying;
This school was made for you and me

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  • cheif fan on Oct 23, 2008

    nice!

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