Buses, desks, Chairs, Pencils, papers flying every where

Wed, 10/09/2013 - 01:11 -- Cmartin

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    Buses, desks, chairs, pencils, papers flying every where.

    Another school day is regretfully here.

    As the instructor calls roll and the morning bell goes a tolling,

    The students realize their next assignment is readily approaching.

    Gripe, grone, and moun nothing the students do will change the letters on the wall.

    One student qakes one sits in shock, one has barly any hair at all.

    The day before the due, is it really their fault.

    Six to eight classes did they really think the normal could achive them all.

    Could to many assignments be the cause of their fall.

   

   

 

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