Once there was a workin girl
Who also went to school
She made good grades
And tried real hard.
As she sat and waited
In between the too,
She dreamt of a place
Where she could do
All the things she wanted to
Like sit in the sun
Reading a book
Or relaxing in a summer breeze
Painting the scene.
Then it was time
Time to go
Her deams had to wait
Until her shift was complete
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Miscellaneous Poetry
شِعرjust a big ball of weird poems I'll probably regret in 20 years.
