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The Flea
Everyday
after school, the book is full of flea
Everyday
at home, a pain it can be.
Without
the flea the grade doesn’t flow
Through
the report card, thus life doesn’t glow.
If
I let the flea be flying
Than
will end up crying down
The
dream, will remain a dream
With
the light of kindled crown.
Having
the flea, the hope is full.
Not
having it, life is dull.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
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