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Boredom

A wave of boredom washes over me
Not a wave but a sea
My eyes begin to sag with sleep
My thoughts are growing very bleak

It seemed as if the wind was there
Blowing softly through my hair
It smelled so sweet like flowers
School will end in a couple hours

The light of day
Fades away
The sweetest song
To go along
Greets me as I follow strong

Into the dream world I go
What waits beyond there no one knows
As you enter it looks quite mild
But as you get there it's quite wild

And as you leave the world again
You beg and plead to go back in



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