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School


It starts of With a Monday

And ends with a Firday.

Sometimes it goes well,

But it never goes my way.

Get there at 7

Get out around 12

I have release time,

But I still think it's Hell.

The only good thing is I get to see my Friends.

The days getting longer, will this ever end??

4 more years than work for life

I'm not even excited about finding a wife...

 

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