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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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