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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, October 22, 2010

Poem 8: School is...


miraculous     murderous
amazing     frustrating
inspiring     discouraging
guiding      misleading
loving      hating
directing      losing
teaching      controlling
growing     stagnant
succeeding     wanting
laughter     tears
exercise       anorexia
dessert     liver
providing     stealing
loving     loathing
uplifting    intoxicating
fun    boredom

a complete and utter
self mandated
oxymoron



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