Poetry

Clunking metal stairs lead up to green mile. Long corridor leads to my classroom. Paper and sandwich crusts litter the floor. Loud children, laugh happily.  Whirring computers beep quietly. Annoyed teachers trying to teach. Hard working students lean over text books. Whiteboards in classrooms cluttered with writing. Overflowing science beakers fill labs. Excited children ready to leave. Sad teachers wishing they could go home. And all alone in room8 my lonely desk. By Mitchell Sewter
 * Left behind at school: **
 * Left behind at school: **
 * Left behind at school: **
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