Timothy James Webster

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We Are Year Eleven P’s - Poem by Timothy James Webster

Proud to call ourselves year eleven P’s
We are not some scattered peas
But live in a class of love and peace

A class of twenty-four,
King George the Fifth we stand for
Standing for the weak and poor

Living in a year of pain that cannot last
With deadlines coming fast
Waiting for the exams to past

Facing danger together as a team
We attack enemies like a laser beam
Hoping this year is only a dream

Now with the final challenge in our sight
We are ready for the final fight
We shine like a bright white light

As strong as that golden Ring
We will fight for our King
Spread ourselves as a wing

Light of freedom we could see
We rush on the count of three
And know that we are finally free

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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