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School Time

by Poetic Herpies

Waking up early. Dragging your feet. To a place called school. Gotta look neat. Gotta take a shower, Gotta brush your teeth. Arrive withing the hour. Do your work, even if you cheat. Just like a prison. You are there for a reason, Don't commit a treason, Please please please!
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Poetic Herpies

Hey, call me Gerry. Well i am a junior at my school. I can't say my english is well. However, i really do want to become an english teacher. It has always been my best subject. Well anyways, i am 17, play guitar and love expressing my views about life.

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
interesting concept expand your ideas further about school write another poem reflecting about shcool-your feelings, experience,etc

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