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My Anatomy of a Seventh Grade Classroom: Part One

I’m the type of boy
Who looks at the leaves
As he walks
No stomping over them
Kicking them
Slushing though them
I’m the one
Looking at them
Admiring them
Picking them up
I’m the type of boy
Who goes crazy
At the slightes notion
The kid who bounces off walls
Bumps his head
But does it again anyway
I’m the type of boy
Who
When no ones looking
Can sit
Think
Glory in his thoughts
His mind
And not get bored
I’m the type of boy
You’de love to
Spend time with
I am me
Nice to meet you

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