As the day goes on and on
We wait until the time is right
We sit all day
We have fun all night
We are scared for our lives
We do not want them to end to soon
The bells ring every day
ding, dong, ding ,don, 4 o'clock
3 more hours to go
We sit still until the bell rings 7
Then I call for wc
I am still a child
Even after 2 years
Of sitting for 11 hours at a time
We got discovered by someone
So the green police come
I die 6 months later
but I can still write my poems
From the influence of others
Your friend Anne Frank
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So sorry for not posting for so long. This is an poem I thought of based off of history but it's not completely true so its historical fiction.
thanks for reading.
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