8th Grade

by Emm   Jan 27, 2006


The 8th grade is
Homework.
Hallways.
No time,
For mall days.
Small ways,
A big craze,
Caught in the haze.
Teachers stares,
and evil glares,
No one cares
and nothings fair
We all pull out our hair.
Tired eyes
desperate lies,
Thankful sighs,
It's over,
Going home and then,
sleepy time,
and tomorrow,
we do it again!

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  • 17 years ago

    by *Daniel94*

    I think that you r top of the charts, nice that you know peter pan to, glad u liked my poem.

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