Poem of My Senior Year


The first poem of my senior year
Written on a Thursday night
The melodies of Chopin is all I hear
My stack of English gives me fright
It could bring a man to shed a tear
But not this man, not this night
Lift the pen!
Read the stanza!
The last poem of my senior year

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