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Was Afraid That You're Going To Ask That
I was afraid that you're going to
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
ask that for to me, the end of
summer means going back to
school and having someone
bore us to death with
pop quizzes and
other dumb
stuff like
that.
Published 1st Sep 2021
Author's Note
One young person is using this nonet poem to explain why he dreads the end of summer.
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