Student hood
The random times of fun,
of which I cannot run.
The most beautiful joy,
That make the teachers annoy.
Eating lunch during class,
Breaking windows made of glass.
Careless of the school rules,
Roaming making the teachers fool.
Such of free person was I,
Thinking of it I wanna cry.
I am ransacking for those days,
No matter what may it pays.
Those days were much fine,
Because in the end they were mine.
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