bored
im sitting in math
my spirits run low
i wish i could fly
or maybe go home
my pencilcase's green
my pencil is black
i wish i could scream
or quack like a duck
dunt judge me too harsh
this poem is flaf
thats what you get
for beeing bored in math
(spring 2oo5)
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Can be polished up a little, would be very nice then...
Базилевич Олег 12.03.2010 19:50 Заявить о нарушении
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