Brooke Audino (June 5 / Butler PA)
Okay get out your problems class,
said the evil Mrs. Flass.
I really hated math,
more than taking a cold bath.
What is seven times two,
come on surely one of us knew.
But I was too distracted by something else,
a boy in fact saught out to get me.
Not in a bad way...
He glanced my way during class
And all I can think in my head.
Connor I am surely dead...
since you never loved me so.
and my feelings for you would come and go...
Oh Connor I do love thee...
until the end of eternity
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