Place called School

When I walk past the door I smile

While others might sigh

or groan

or pout

For I know that this is the place where your life begins.

When I hear the bell toll I smile

While others may not hear it past the laughter

or the jokes

or through their sleep

For I know that this is the place where your life begins.

When I am handed a sheet paper I look at it

While others stick it in their binders

or thier pockets

or leave it on someone else's desk

For I know that ths is the place where your life begins.

This place called School.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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