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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571289" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>School Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was of Thrice<br>My mom dressed me nice<br>By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks<br>I went to school with lunch box</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every early morning of new day<br>I woke up with joy and gay<br>But when its time to say good bye<br>To my mom I began to cry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon I habitual and eager to go<br>Whatever rain, heat or snow<br>But when I squeezed by homework<br>I try to cop-out from my work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I saw exam on my head<br>I try to stay on bed<br>I was always fearful scared<br>And always prays to runaround</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I grew I become mature and impure<br>I’m more unique and antique<br>I stand in that position<br>Where I forgot my definition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Instead of innocent and smart boy<br>I become a naughty boy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young I want to be elder<br>But when I’m elder I want to be younger<br>Here I’m totally change<br>As here I want to escape</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try to bunk the classes<br>And love to be in picnic places<br>They are great source of fun<br>With all loons! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Now I stand on death<br>And now wandering into these lovely wealth<br>But I feel sad and cry<br>For what I miss as a boy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beg to live this moment<br>Which are dark and shade.<br>I’m an innocent school boy<br>Who want to joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moments are priceless and invaluable<br>And now I’m going to die<br>I was born with you<br>But I’ll die before you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll be back again<br>In face of your children<br>Then you’re not going to enjoy<br>Me again as a school boy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m going towards my sepulchre<br>And remain in your photo or snap<br>I’ll be with you as in photographs<br>As an unforgettable memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll strike your mind<br>When someone will remind<br>Or passing from nearby the school boys<br>Will remind about your lovely days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye now I’m going to sleep<br>And now I’m leaving to weep<br>Getting ready for others<br>As I will sprout up in others life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I’m a school boy<br>Who loves to joy<br>I’m a school boy<br>Who wants to joy<br>Who wants to joy…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bhavik+Bamania">Bhavik Bamania</a><div class=q>
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My mom dressed me nice
By putting my lovely dress shoes and socks
I went to school with lunch box

Every early morning of new day
I woke up with joy and gay
But when its time to say good bye
To my mom I began to cry! 

Soon I ..."></div>
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