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College


College is a place where you become an adult. Where if you mess up it is your fault. Classes cost money, Mother is now saying don't screw up honey. Because failing a class then becomes a waste. Do not copy and paste. That will put you out of school. Then it is back to living with mom and dad which isn't cool. College tuition and room and board add up. In and out of state tuition are sometimes too much. That is why I am writing this poem. Because free money won't hurt and can never be enough.
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bigdk52
How I feel about College

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