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School


The place where I go to laugh and learn. The place where I go to be inquisitive and earn, The grades that will set me up for pass or fail. For the life I will go on to live and have stories to tell, Of all the wild and crazy and silly things I’ve done thus far, While driving in my hopeful city in my brand new car. Trying to figure out what I will begin to do next, What my future will hold will always be a guess. What I will have will not be a mystery. If only I do well now, I will have a say in my destiny. It all starts now with school and an education you see. If I want to be successful, I have got to continue to do me.
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ARPatterson14
This was made up right on the spot

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