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Array ( [sid] => 63848 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Harmon School [time] => 2004-09-15 15:20:47 [hometext] => a poem i wrote last year about my school... look how ive progressed! i mean in poetry writing, not in liking school [bodytext] => These walls trap us
These teachers preach
But no one hears
What those teachers have to teach

Monotone learning sessions
Starting at the dawn
Give us time to wake
Or we will sleep till prom

The bus is the first horror
In the wretched week days
It is the awful din and clatter
The just may drive me insane

The morning goes on forever,
Seems to drag on and on
Stare at the teachers’ face
As we conform with a yawn

5th period wakes us up
For we are nourished and can run free
But soon we have to learn
Teachers, stop yelling at me!

7th period is like a yard
Filled with dying bodies
Leave us alone for one minute
And we all escape to the potties

Oh, sweet air!
The end of torture draws near
In a few short minutes
Everyone will run in fear [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => sammydid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Harmon School

Contributed by sammydid on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 03:20:47 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

These walls trap us
These teachers preach
But no one hears
What those teachers have to teach

Monotone learning sessions
Starting at the dawn
Give us time to wake
Or we will sleep till prom

The bus is the first horror
In the wretched week days
It is the awful din and clatter
The just may drive me insane

The morning goes on forever,
Seems to drag on and on
Stare at the teachers’ face
As we conform with a yawn

5th period wakes us up
For we are nourished and can run free
But soon we have to learn
Teachers, stop yelling at me!

7th period is like a yard
Filled with dying bodies
Leave us alone for one minute
And we all escape to the potties

Oh, sweet air!
The end of torture draws near
In a few short minutes
Everyone will run in fear

Copyright Â© sammydid ... [ 2004-09-15 15:20:47]
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Re: Harmon School (User Rating: 1 )
by sammydid on Monday, 25th October 2004 @ 06:47:27 PM AEST
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*happy face*

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