Monday, December 6, 2010

Poem (extra cedit)

Lockers

Things unfold
Old nasty sandwiches
Dirty smelly gym clothes
Homework from last week
That hat i lost in winter
As days go by
the junk piles up high
Open up your locker
Textbooks fall out
people get hit
Your locker
my not be
a safe place
  

By kayla Newman

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