so when i was in the 7th grade i wrote this poem. my teacher sent it into some city wide poetry contest and i ended up getting 2nd place. what were they thinking:
The Procrastinator
The school day is over and I’m home alone.
Staring at the paper, I begin to moan.
“What’s the point of homework?” I ponder.
Then around my house I begin to wander.
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and hell yeah its a good poem i won a prize!
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