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The Day

I walk out my door everyday
I wait in my car for my mom to come
We come to the path I walk one way
And I wait for the school day to end

The feelings of freedom spark in my head
But I feel restricted in my desk
I do have fun but it is not fulfilling
The day of friday is my favorite this season



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