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New School Year
I got really thoughtful in the shower last night, and made up a poem about middle school that I'm sure all of you can relate to:
Typically, all middle schools are the same;
The students are wild, yet also tame.
Between the guys and the girls things get rough,
Even those on the sidelines find it tough.
I don't understand the purpose of that one thought,
The single memory that gets you caught.
All the fights and arguments fill me with rage;
That's why I say, "Save the drama for stage."
Destiny is not deafening, but it hushed me like a child. |
