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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