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Back To School

Back to School, on the first day there will be no going out to play pen and paper is all you need no books or backpacks or lockers, you see just crowded hallways for you and me fighting the crowd to get to your next class meeting new teachers, wow what a blast! Some you like and some you don’t especially that weird old bloke who tries to say everything in one stroke and turns so red he make YOU choke with worry of course because what it happening is SO NOT funny . . . WHATEVER! You just can’t stop laughing uh-oh so now he’s mad you’ve set yourself, for the year now to face you worst fear a teacher who will pick on you for the rest of the year

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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