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Thursday, April 14, 2011

The first day of school

I wake up and the sun rises,
then the room is filled with a warm glow.
I go outside, feeling the breeze
The breeze that urges me to sit
the breeze that tells me to stay
But I can't.
Not today, though I wish.
I go inside and get ready,
get ready for the first day
of school.

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