In.A.Classroom.A Poem by fallen.angel.
It's a classroom full of students,
With a teacher at the front. Not a sound from the students, The teacher's speaking now. He claps his hands, "Down to work," Heads goes down, Pens are wielded. There's an eerie silence, The shuffling of paper can be heard. Hands are moving rapidly, Words quickly appearing on the page. Tick, tock, goes the clock, Time is flying by. With every word on the page, Hands all want to die. "Riiiiiiiingg !" goes the bell, Books are all slammed shut. Pens are put away, And pencil cases are zipped up. One by one, they all march out; Leaving the classroom behind. Shut the door, walk away Woo ! It's lunch time now.
© 2011 fallen.angel.Author's Note
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Added on April 14, 2011Last Updated on April 14, 2011 Authorfallen.angel.The UnderworldAboutI'm destiny ~ Nice of you to click on my profile You won't find much here... For here lies the gate to the realm of Hades... and at this gate you shall face the great Cerberus... But beware.... more..Writing
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