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Sonnet of School


To the place that was my second home For twelve long years And to the lives it has shown And given for its tears How I'll miss those days That I used to laugh, sing and dance To the days that I will praise Those days that I've outgrown my pants Here's to the ending result Of my intriguing high school time No no, not of insult Or of misery or crime To the days that I will remember throughout the years Accompanied by the laughs, the hopes and the tears.
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