It is the first day in a new school
Still trying to know all the rules
Recess being in between third period and lunch
Four times four i didn't know that much
The teacher is already in a bad mood
I wanted to rush through and eat my food
Two divided by two is one simple number
That does not help my hunger
Separated from the other classmates
Will this go on for the next two hundred days
Could not until the clock turned to three thirty
Class finally ended now i must hurry
The next day and the days after happened again
Fourth grade is like a cycle with no win
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Forest Green
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The life of an elementary school student that we all have passed through.
Fourth grade for many was like this I bet. Good poem