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Jul 2014
Lazy, procrastinating, worthless boy
Who knew he’d topped his classes before?
High school came and robbed his joy
As his grades sank to the ocean floor

He found solace in computer games
While he kept his books tucked away
‘The lessons are hard, that’s all,’ he claims
As Mom and Dad think he’s gone astray

Senior year was his wake-up call
To abandon the games and take up his books
This was his final chance, after all
And the deciding factor of how his future looks
So  I became a member of our school paper and this is one of my submissions! I hope you like it.
My High School Poetry
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My High School Poetry  Spain
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