"School"

February 20, 2014

I sit in the same spot

Everyday as time flies by.

I read as my friends talk

And imagine how it sounds.

The seconds on the clock

Echo in my mind.

Until it reaches the final hour

I will sit in the same spot

While I continue to read.

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