The Paper on the Window
I walked into English class one day and to my surprise,
the windows were covered by some paper, it couldn't be true.
The paper was bright yellow, and not appealling to the eyes.
All the trees, the birds, and even the squirrels could not be seen at all!
And there was plain old paper that would clearly never do,
all because it was all taped up so it could never, ever fall.
So I sat down sadly hoping something good would happen then,
and thats just when the sun shined bright and made something new.
Shadows danced on the paper and that gave me somthing to look at once again!
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