Class of the weekA Poem by Frantic FreshmanJust a silly little poem
Monday lays expressionless with her head on the desk
Tuesday props his head against his arm trying hard to listen Wednesday is slightly energetic still occasionally nodding off, but much better at pretending Thursday joins the group smiling slightly in the background Friday stays low, slyly hiding a mini skirt under her sweat pants Saturday is exuberant, wild, and free, with not a care in the world Sunday is precocious, cleaning up Saturday’s messes These are the people who make us who we are everyday. © 2017 Frantic Freshman |
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1 Review Added on October 28, 2017 Last Updated on October 28, 2017 AuthorFrantic FreshmanNeverland, WVAboutMy name says it all. My one goal is to survive highschool. more..Writing
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