The moment I hear the sound of the
alarm clock blaring,
I realize how much I hate school.
6 AM, get up, get up!
6:05, get up, get up!
Spring break is over,
It's awaiting foreclosure,
now it is time for me to
get out of my fourposter bed and
regain my composure.
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Author:
deepthoughts (Pseudonym) (
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