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School


7 am I awake,

7:30 am I start to bake,

8 am I start to eat,

8:15 am I brush my teeth,

8:20 am I rush there,

8:30 am I rush threw the cold air,

here I am,

once again we meet,

Senior year is near,

junior year is coming to an end, 

oh my time flies by,

I am so ready to get out of Washington High,

Senioritis is bad,

Homework makes me mad,

yet here I am nearing my graduation,

what in tarnation?

there it is my dipolma, 

I've made it past high school,

now a scholarship would be cool,

we all know the cost of schooling is troubling.

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