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counting every second,

waiting for every minute,

hopefully soon the bell will ring,

wishing school was out,

 

rushing down the halls,

doing a speedwalk,

then the bus leaves,

every time they miss me,

 

left behind at school,

the assistant principal fusses me out,

at first I couldn't even understand what she was arguing about,

was it my fault the bus took off fast,

or that I am always getting there last.

 

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Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.

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