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Classroom Poem
Right now I am in room 2 next to my closest freinds. I see three people at the same table as me. The people are my friends. Their sweatshirts are black, green, and white. I see pencils working hard at work. I hear faint whisperers among the classroom. I taste pretzles. I smell the smell of kids in a classrom. I feel the hard wood of my pencil.
Article posted April 15, 2008 at 01:15 PM •
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