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A Day At School
I get up out of bed
Every morning to go to school.
It has to be done by many,
Whether or not anyone finds it cool.
I walk up through the school-entrance
To swipe in my card.
Not everyone does it like they're asked to
Because, for an unknown reason,
They might find it rather hard.
I sit there in the classroom,
Forced to do work all day.
Everybody else hates it,
Even though I myself think it's okay.
I earn my freedom during lunchtime.
I cycle home to chill.
But when one o' clock comes,
It's not really much of a thrill.
For the last three classes
I daydream away,
Wishing for the school-hours to fade
After one long day.
I cry with joy
When the final bell rings,
Which means I can get outside
And enjoy what the sun brings.
Stephen Cahill Furlong