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Music class

This poem was written on the spot, following advice from a teacher. If you're reading this, thank you so much, for this has opened my mind to new types of poems.

Music Class

The other day I had a class,
That reminded me vividly of primary school,
We all sat down and had a laugh,
All of us acting like fools.

But all the same,
it was great fun
As we all sat down together,
And we laughed and we sung

Together we sang,
A song about friendship,
Just three of us to start with,
And 23 to end with

Our silly class, 
In our silly classroom,
Three silly friends,
Singing in a silly classroom
- Poetic Fanatic

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  1. MadhviMay 23, 2015 at 3:57 PM

    This made me smile
    It gave me a start
    And because it's from you
    Went straight to my heart

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    1. Vedika @ Poems and PoetsMay 24, 2015 at 10:13 AM

      Thank you Auntie. That's really sweet. Do you enjoy writing poetry?

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