"Crossland Night At The Pawnshop"
Students came trampling on the ground
Moving very awkwardly
Towards their classes.
Spanish class,
Smart phones,
Pen, binder, loose leaf paper
All ready for a complicated class
Like a relationship between a father and a son
Would cause hatred to himself
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