The Small Eagle's Dream.

Hey you,

summers ended.

Don’t be all boo!

Because we have so many thing

to do.

 

We have to plan,

 Search,

and even band up

looking for the right school.

When we find the school

high school will be like drool.

 

We all will want to stop

and time travel,

Bop! Bop! Bop!

to the day we throw

our hats

right into the sky. 

 

Whenever I feel this way

I pay a little visit to

my dream university website

and remember that

everything

will come in due time.

 

This makes me happy,

because I still have time to dry my floppy wings

before I sore,

like the true eagle

I am!

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