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Hmmm, maybe I'll try one...
Summer's coming to a close
For yearbook pictures you'll have to look nice,
The quad is filling up,
With unhappy faces and sleepy eyes.
Sports and clubs are in full swing,
The "cool" people are making sure they have their bright pretty colored stuff.
Counting the hours until it's time to leave,
A slacking student is given a second chance.
Friends are talking once again,
About their schedules,
About their teachers,
About how they wish they could sleep 'till after nine fifty nine.
*please note that this poem does not in any way rhyme.*
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