Classroom chat

by MiaAlex   Jan 26, 2005


Sitting on my desk
staring at the board
the teach gives us a task
oh brother, i am bored
i look around me
searching for something to do
there's nothing that i could see
except something about you
you're a girl in my class
staring at me like a cat
you give your friend a note to pass
to me, for us to do some chat
stunned i smile to myself
you're the weirdo of my class
i put my pen on the shelf
and for you a note i pass
"sweetie Thanks for thinking bout me
though you read my mind
sorry baby but you see
my ink has already dried"

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