Poem #82: March 28th, 2010

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High School

There is tons of work to do,

Some of it is hard to get through.

Friends get closer, some drift apart.

High school can be a fresh start.

This is supposed to be a fun time in your life.

But sometimes it can feel like a great strife.

These years count more than years before,

And you never know what these years have in store.

New boyfriend or girlfriend,

Old loves come to an end.

New teachers, more learning,

You must be discerning.

Growing up so fast,

Try to make these years last. 

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