High School
I believe that life's a marshmallow.
It's sweet but never lasts for long,
And love, a set of piano keys
That, played, produce the sweetest song,
And parents are our wallpaper
Still there, all through the years we grow,
And teachers are like crystal balls
They show us all we need to know
And we, our parents' and teachers' pride,
Creation, standing bright and tall,
And High School is a ten line poem
................And usually that's all.
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