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My First Day of School

Michael H.

The scent of cleanliness
lead pencils, learning tools
The bustling sound of school shoes
Across the hardwood floors
like a herd of buffalo
in a B-grade western flick

Little people like me everywhere
what is this place?
Do I have a look of fear on my face?
chairs banging, scraping across the floor,
slamming wooden desk lids,
what am I in for?
Should I run for the door?

The teacher bangs on the table
not a sound is heard
nobody makes a move
as she tells us her name
she's big, mean and ugly,
this aint no game

This is no place to be 
if you wanna act like a fool
I learnt that the hard way
at four years of age
on my firsy day of school.

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