School Days

April 5, 2011
By Amanda Jenkins BRONZE, Covington, Louisiana
Amanda Jenkins BRONZE, Covington, Louisiana
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The ringing in my ear
A voice saying "wake up dear"
Creates this dreaded fear

What does my day hold
My body turns warm to cold
As I get up to face the day bold

Running in class late
The clock strikes eight
As I quicken my gait

Finally the bell for lunch
I get to have a special munch
Hoping I get an energy punch

It's five to three
Soon I'll be free
Hurrying out with a smile of glee

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Anagam BRONZE said...
on Jul. 1 2011 at 2:13 pm
Anagam BRONZE, Tulsa, Oklahoma
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I feel the same way!! Awesome poem :)


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