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December 2, 2017
By DylanFord SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
DylanFord SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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The children in white

Always seem to be

More like a herd of animals

Than a class.

 


Every screeching transition

Like a chord that strikes the ear

In just the wrong way.

 


Every middle school insult

Causes absolute chaos,

As if a bomb had just struck

The middle of the jungle.

 


The constant whispers grow

Like a fungus

Creeping its way slowly

About the forest classroom:

A wave of secrets and giggles


The author's comments:

This poem is inspired by those freshman that just don't seem to get that high school is much different from the middle schools they come from.


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