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In School

In school I was foolish—graded and grated.

I’d spend my time passing it.

I’d break bones for the cheap

Seats in gym class one day;

I’d breakfast at noon the next.

I’d wage war with witticisms and wisecracks.

I’d say “thank you” by way of thumbtack.

I beat blackboards till they were white

And they beat me till I was black-and-blue.

I was light in the wallet, heavy in the hand,

And hard on a pair of shoes. I broke rules,

Not hearts. I was theirs to lose. 

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Comments

Travis Brow

Fri 6th Mar 2015 12:25

I like this; nice and compact with some great lines.

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