As I walk through the desert of homework and school,
With LA/SS, Science Fair, and a principal's monarch rule.
I'm not too sure if I can take it much longer,
I wrote George W. Bush down as a war-monger.
As I strain my eyes, and look far ahead,
Each day, I see my nice, warm bed.
I look even further, to the end of the week,
I see heavenly Spring
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