Leaving My Mark
Miss. Glanz's voice ringing in my ear,
Repeating over again saying,
25 cents going once, 25 cents going twice, sold for 25 cents.
Yes! I got it!
I'm happy about getting my tube of orange glue.
Trying to open my prize,
Wendy Wold helping me,
Me holding the tube of glue,
Her pulling on the top,
About three minutes go by and still working on the top.
Pop!
Off goes the top flying above Wendy's head,
Up wend half the container of that orange glue onto the ceiling,
The whole class bursting with laughter,
Miss. Glanze saying, "Shh, lets not tell anyone it's there."
Later on that year
Leaving my friends,
And all my wonderful memories,
But that one memory I remember most,
Is stuck on the ceiling of Room 12
After seven years away,
I open my treasure chest of memories,
Then smiling, thinking back on that day,
And how I made my mark.
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