EllaCatticus

Stung by lamenting lockers Stricken by tedious tasks Whether it was good or bad memories We all marvel in more than just facts Laden with notebook nostalgia Lazy with murmurs of monotone We spend four years of our short lives Wishing we were back at home Hounded by treacherous teachers Hollowed by lost loves Whether hurt of helped by it all We've escaped; we're free as doves DaaBree-Jeff  © 2010