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Third Period English (Other) by Sawa The girl across from us sits
With a shining stare.
Poetry from her lips spit,
Beady eyes aflare.
Words fly from her chubby jaw,
Falling to the ground;
Jutting teeth from gaping maw
Mangling the sound.
She stumbles and sprays as we
Grimace in dismay.
How could that hag turn beauty
Into sheer blase?
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