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Thu, 11/07/2013 - 15:10 -- itza44

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She sits there in her seat,

ears open to hear the lesson of the day.

She waits for the hour to be over.

The students all around her focused,

while her blue eyes teary, she stares at the board.

She waits for the hour to be over.

They are thinking abour her, 

she is thinking about him.

She waits for the hour to be over.

The bell rings and everyone runs out of the classroom.

She walks to her locker, hand on her blimp belly.  

The hour was over.

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kmelchioris

Awesome job

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