The Grade

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While I sit in English,
When the thoughts become jumbled,
As I ponder about my poem,
Wherever my mind wanders,
I try to stay focused on my poem.

As if there was steam on top of my head,
Before my bubble burst,
After the bomb in my head went off,
When I think of a title,
It suddenly pops into my head the minute it bursts.

















Until I found the title,
When I write the stanza,
After adding the adverb,
While I correct the capitalization,
I feel like I could faint.

Since I completed my poem,
While I wrote my name,
After I turned it in,
Wherever I should,
I forgot all about the grade.





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