My Poem No. 2 - School

I wake up with a start,
To later on, depart
For I am going out,
Out to school to run about.

Eight periods we do study
And exercise my body,
From Monday to Friday
And sometimes Saturday.

From morning to evening
I have a nice feeling,
I always stay so cool
In my lovely school.

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