Perfection but distraction
Every day in the school yard
Throughout the playground fun
I hear these ghostly noises
Why am I the only one
Perfect school record
Usual routines
Pencils always sharpened
In silence I can work
Lessons always followed
Still I am haunted
Every day in the school yard
Throughout the playground fun
I hear these ghostly noises
Why am I the only one
The End
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was posted on Feb 22, 2012 by
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