Disentranced
Sitting in class I seem to find
That Math is farthest from my mind
A straight A student i have been
My own tradition, from Kindergarten
But today Math class seems to be
Of ill-importance not only to me
For, as I look around the room
At the once happy faces now filled with gloom
I laugh and realize one day I'll reminisce
And think of Math class and how I miss
All the memories of my youth
But as for now, here's the truth
My focus is on more important stuff
Graduation Day can't come soon enough
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