School

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Long poems

As high school goes on

We grow up

New loves

New rebels

This world is filled with crime

Yet we pass it all

Going to and from place

Living on the clock

One bell rings

Another stays silent

A class goes to lunch

And another comes back

It's the life that we live

Living to the clock

On a never ending schedule

The schedule of life

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