A Poem For My School
You make me get up at six,
you make me stand in the cold,
you make me wait for the bell the signal to mix.
Even though it sometimes gets old,
I am thankful for the knowledge,
that I get told.
Some times I get pushed to the edge,
studying for tests,
but I always try my best.
Copyright © Tristan Tupper | Year Posted 2016
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