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This poem i wrote in the middle of science class; i tried my best.

evenings coming, getting cloudy,

all the kids outside get rowdy,

first the rain drop hits the ground,

then the thunder starts to sound,

all those outdoors fell a strange pain,


all go into a manic state,

and then they all disintegrate,

soon everyone has turned to mush,

so all of the mothers blame bush,

the loss cannot be mourned with hugs,

the moral is, kids...dont do drugs.

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