Treasure Island

justin kamara


school


love school very much
! Good child.
I dream about school
every day.
! That's nice.

School is the soure to
succeed.
! oh i love school.
School is not where you go
and became to fight
! that's right.

School is the resolution of
education.
! oh i love learning.
school is not a toy to play with.
! that's right.

I hate when people are given
opportunity to learn and don`t
want to be serious.
! please be serious.
I love school and I will always
! Good child.

Submitted: Friday, February 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, January 15, 2011

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  • Kate Born (8/2/2007 7:41:00 PM)

    this poem is very gay
    who the hell likes school you freak
    omg what were you thinking
    you weirdo
    love ya xxxxxxxxxxxxx
    ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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