This is a poem. It is about school, which can be hard sometimes.


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The air is filled with worried sighs. Hands are glued to foreheads and feet continue to twitch.


Soon their faces will hit the paper.


ClIcK click CLOCK, Time slows , almost to a halt.


 One pair of eyes leaves it's paper and surveys the room  but quickly brings them back down.


hands that hold the pencils  look as though there conducting an orchestra.


                          Tap taP scratch, tap click .......



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