Squeak


Squeak,
Goes my hour of work,
In front of the entire class.
Squeak.
Glistening droplets,
Roll straight down,
Out of my dark brown eye,
Onto
My gingerbread cheek.
Squeak,
Goes my violin,
Even though I practiced so hard,
So long,
It rewards me with a beautiful
Squeak.

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