School
Time ticks.
The clock turns round and round.
Bell rings
what’s that sound?
Next class.
Scribble some notes.
Time for a test,
breathe, don’t choke.
You did it,
finished the exam,
Be happy,
you didn’t even cram.
But don’t cheer yet
you’ve got another one soon.
This place, my god,
Makes anyone feel like a loon.
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