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Freshman Poem :D comments?

KelseyKelsey
edited October 2010 in Artist Alley
Freshman<br><br><br> Palms sweating, stomach churning.<br><br> Teeth grinding, cheeks burning.<br><br> Walking up the steps, hearing chatter<br><br> Of two hundred Freshman, about some matter<br><br> I open my locker and set my books aside<br><br> I turn around and she and I collide<br><br> My best friend and I, standing there<br><br> While others stand there as they stare<br><br> We start cracking up and hug so tight<br><br> That we use every ounce of our might<br><br> As the days go on, and classes drag on,<br><br> All of that excitement has seemed to have gone<br><br> I hate being called a freshman<br><br> As I have so been called before, unfortunately,<br><br> By the few upperclassmen who pick on me<br><br> Loaded with homework every single night<br><br> It always gives me quite the fright<br> I love going to the fieldhouse on Fridays<br><br>Sporting my team color, ready to fight<br><br>Everyone racing around, trying to win<br><br>That’s why I love being a freshman.<br><br>Comments? :lol:
Michael Raymond <3
10.10.10 10:10 pm <3

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