Year Seven
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Quentijn Whitfield, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2014
Year seven,
The final frontier,
The last journey,
My greatest fear.
Throughout my days,
At this school,
I never thought,
They would be so cruel.
They make you work,
All on your own,
Not just at school,
Even at home.
They never help,
The fear preachers,
When I put up my hand,
The year seven teachers.
Year seven,
The final frontier,
I’m in the extension room
Thank God there not here.