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The kids in my kindergarten used to say, Good morning teacher and classmates . The day before yesterday was a cloudy day We wished the clouds would go away .
He looked on as Carina jogged along the track No matter how many times she passed him in the park, She pretended not to notice him gazing at her His thoughts went wild as she treaded the final lap
Summers filled with
Waves crash against the shore, A storm is on its way. I cling to my desk in a bitter hope That it will all pass over me.   But as they walk by, Their lightning strikes— Cold, hard stares
Quick! Turn around! Catch this kid, Phone lit right up, fingers dancing across the screen.   Come on! Look! He's playing Candy Crush, But your back is turned.
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