May 5, 2009
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There is a place I’d rather not be.
Seven hours a day trapped in a building.
The feeling of boredom.
Forced to listen to mean teachers.
Then off to a lunch of greasy food.
Then comes the bus
Along with the longest bus ride ever.
By the time I am home I’m thinner
With all the homework I have there’s no time for dinner.
Then out of bed until the summer haze.
Man, I hate these school days.

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