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Scott P. SchoolMonday through Friday
I awake early in the morning
While the sun is still sleeping
As I rise from my warm bed
The cold envelops me
Like my warm blanket had seconds before
I hop into clothes
Then I walk down stairs
To find myself staring at a warm breakfast
Lastly I get my brain prepared
For this painful thing
We call “school”
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2010 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2010 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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