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[aid] => mick
[title] => High School, 04
[time] => 2004-04-29 20:25:17
[hometext] => Isn't school just awesome sometimes? Don't you just love it?
[bodytext] => Our last year at Trinity, class of 2004; Gotta live it up once before it’s over, We’re sure to make history tonight. Downtown in the city, All our friends are us showing pity, You spent the whole day, Trying everything to get that guy to notice you. “Stacy’s Mom� being sung louder than the radio station We all sing along to the anthems of our generation Cruising down in buses on the highway Laughing noisily, dancing in the bus seats We’re creating memories of our own tonight Hanging out in literature All the good kids doing all of their homework “Hey, we’re not that brainless!� We all heard Spencer brashly hiss “Yes, you are,� she replied to us We’re not stupid We’re just young and unfocused “Stacy’s Mom� being sung louder than the radio station We all sing along to the anthems of our generation Cruising down in buses on the highway Laughing noisily, dancing in the bus seats We’re creating memories of our own tonight Climb up onto the podium Gazing at our classmates sat before us This school belongs to us today The kids will keep on goofing off And nobody can ever make us stop “Stacy’s Mom� being sung louder than the radio station We all sing along to the anthems of our generation Cruising down in buses on the highway Laughing noisily, dancing in the bus seats We’re creating memories of our own tonight [comments] => 1 [counter] => 318 [topic] => 54 [informant] => Schnikes13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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