I see this tree outside the classroom window,

Just over some kid's head,

Only the very top.

It looks,

Like the perfect Christmas tree,

And I wish it were Christmas time.

Cold. Cold. Cold.

It's so hot my back is sticking

To the back

Of this seat.

I'm disgusting.

What I would give,

Right now,

For a cool glass of ice water,

With droplets, dripping

Down the sides.

The End

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