Moment ( Rusty Old Benches)

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 Rusty Old Benches

These rusty old benches,
have caused us pain and suffering.
Some sharp edge would cut our flesh
Some stiff corner would bump into us.

They have made us fight for,
the best bench.
They have made a school, feel
like school.
A.V

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