I have a place
I can call my own
It's not in my room
It's not in my home
It's a place where I
Can store my things
My jacket, my books
And even my bling
When I come to school
I walk down the hall
To the place I seek
Up against the wall
It's brown and thin
And not very deep
A place that's mine
A place I can keep
For only this year
I call this place mine
This place I call
Locker 259
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