School

November 27, 2018

Burning granola in the cafeteria

Loud noises galore

Large groups of kids clogging the halls

Everyone says school is such a bore

School is my escape

From my life at home

Empty library, school playfield

These are the places I like to roam

All the yelling and the arguing

And the sight of slamming doors

Leave my mind as I sit at lunch

Being happy to the core

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