Thursday, April 12, 2007

CLASSROOM


Lost in the rythm of dancing trees..
Lost in the rythm of chirping birds..
Lost in the activities of small squirells..
I was running away from schorindgers equations..
Running from the screaming voice of questions..
Running from the oceans of strange answers..
Suddenly a piece of chalk hit my nose..
A strange person was standing very close...
I could see his face red..
Shouting and screaming as he was mad..
Aghash! I realised i need to speak..
What? who me?
 And the whole class burst into laughter
As if they have seen a joker..
Before i had another word to say..
The door was open and i had to go..
Why me?

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