A Day of School
Wake up at 6 in the morning,
tired, hungry and groaning,
I don't want to go to school,
but I want to be successful and cool,
I go to class and do my work,
all the noise sometimes drives me breserk,
when the day ends its time to unwind,
I play sports to clear everything off my mind,
once I get home I go to sleep,
dreaming of driving a cool blue jeep,
next thing I know my alarm rings,
now it's time to redo the whole thing.
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