The
schoolyard
The
feeling i get every time I stand there
Is
a feeling that is good, feeling no fear.
What
i saw, what i smelled, what i felt, what i tasted
Something likely last weekend when a was wasted.
The schoolyard is nice and it gets me in a good mood
I
like the schoolyard as much as food.
This poem has no meaning as well
My name is Maxi but people keep calling me Mell.
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