Monday, 30 November 2009

Jae's Poems





All that Paper I walk back home, Pick up the phone “Hey Jone, Was there any homework? Are you done? Can you help me with some? Oh you still have more.” I can’t concentrate With my brother bouncing and laughing Oh how much I hate That child’s annoying trait Well I guess its fate I guess everyone has gone through this hate and this irate feeling. Homework, homework If you weren’t stomping around If I were just sleeping If I were just getting ready for that final exam, I just might love school.



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