2004 School Magazine

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>.- er obese body swayed Like a parody of penguins, its motion repulsive "Get OUTl" she roared.

The children scampered outside To the scorching sun inside, they could hear A bottle of beer being open d; A familiar sound Soon, o110wed the blarin o te evision Ho rs late , When he su had set far below the barren horizon, rid dusk was beginning to cool the

Angela Leggett

childrenS skin. She came out. Empty bottle in hand, Face looking sullen,

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>.. Oh how I hate the afternoon bus, To try and get on, you'll always be crushed;

And muttered "! feel terrible. "

Once inside the rickety. contraption, You must always squeeze into a mere fraction

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The bus rolls along slowly at first, With the temperature on board, you might die of thirst As the bus stops and opens us doors, The influx of boys could be smelt from the moors HalMay there and nearly home. Someone throws a grape and the bus driver drones - "Quit it, ya damn kids!" Aid then we crawl on

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As we draw closer to my home, I become more excited and cease to

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At last my stop!

> Crystelle Piconi

I step off the bus and into the cool, Then start to run home, for a dip in the pool a'~ACi, ,I+a. UNi, .18-s+o4.18 8R