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This poem I wrote in my English class because I was bored.
Bleak outside;
The sky is grey,
I want to hide.
8 o'clock!
I'm late again,
Gotta get dressed real fast.
Throw my face on,
Drag my hair together.
Find my keys are lost!
The T.V's on,
The house, a mess.
I've gotta get going now
And leave this place.
I trip! I fall! I fly! I shout! I snap!
I can see the front door from here,
My keys on the floor.
I can't move anymore.
My legs don't hurt
An upside at least
My head, it pounds
I need some sleep
Goodnight, Goodbye.
She's gone now,
She broke her neck.
She tripped right over,
Her child's toy eggs