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The Classroom Oven

Poetry By: Quiver13
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How we all feel/felt at the end of a school day.


Submitted:Dec 26, 2012    Reads: 53    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I sit in the classroom,

Head on hands,

Dazing and daydreaming,

The Sun flooding the whole room,

I dreamed of ice and the Artic,

Instead of the hot indian summer surrounding me.

I stare out of the window,

Sweat drops from my forehead.

The teacher yawns, the pupils shut their eyes,

Waiting for a breeze to rush through the window.

Children pick up their pens-

Which now seem as heavy as lead.

Everyone stays still, waiting for the bell.





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