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School

Rating: 5.0

The room is cold-
I see the sun shine bright outside
I cannot escape the room's tight hold.
The untold rules I must abide
My mind wander not through hills of old.

Can I not see the square root of 63
That number is evil, evil i say
Or that Poe was obsessed with Psyche!
What poet wrote down by the bay?

Work and more work, there goes another tree.
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Nathan Strange 25 November 2006

I love this one, it is really good too.............

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Philip Wagner 24 February 2005

Good humor! Find yourself a tutor, or mentor - someone who knows something. Record your dreams. Read only the best authors. Good luck!

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