Friday, January 16, 2009

Poem with Meter and Rhyme Scheme

I hate to be late for work,
Early I wake just in case,
For it is mean to be seen,
Coming in like it’s a race.

I should and could go to school,
I leave not without a degree,
For all my friends that have quit,
I hope you view what I see.

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