The brainiacs singing with their noses in their obnoxiously large textbooks; The school belongs to the school, at night no one dares to enter, at day it is filled with students singing their resonating, individual songs.
The cheerleaders sing with their pom poms waving
The janitors sing with their brooms a sweeping
The teachers sing holding their overused red pen.
The unseen's song-a quiet hum as they gaze upon their dragging shoes.
The AP students sing wearing their shirts with quotes that only they would understand.
The volleyball players sing as they spike the ball.
The footballers sing with their feet pounding the grass
The coaches sing as their whistles blow and their faces redden.
I hear the art students song, with their paint covered hands and soft bristled brushes;
As the cheery art teachers lull words that tell us art can take us anywhere we desire.
The song of friends laughing as they spiel their hidden secrets to each other
the yelling and talking in the hallways is music to the teachers ears
The basketball's bouncing makes rhythm throughout the halls.
the roaring of the warriors at the stadium encouraged the players confidence
the wrestlers throw each other in the wrestling room.
I hear the sounds of boyfriends and girlfriends giggling as they whisper in each others ears
As their hearts beat fast in song with expressions of young love.
The rhythm to the teacher's chalk as it taps on the black board.
I hear the halls singing the beats of urbodies feet
The freshman sing with their high pitch voices and gossipy stories
The singing of the native Warrior tribe Arapaho as their feet beat rythmatically on the floor
The principal sings with his fists swinging
The pens and pencil scribbling away their hard work.
The toms moving to the beat with there feet
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The brainiacs singing with their noses in their obnoxiously large textbooks; The school belongs to the school, at night no one dares to enter, at day it is filled with students singing their resonating, individual songs.
The cheerleaders sing with their pom poms waving
The janitors sing with their brooms a sweeping
The teachers sing holding their overused red pen.
The unseen's song-a quiet hum as they gaze upon their dragging shoes.
The AP students sing wearing their shirts with quotes that only they would understand.
The volleyball players sing as they spike the ball.
The footballers sing with their feet pounding the grass
The coaches sing as their whistles blow and their faces redden.
I hear the art students song, with their paint covered hands and soft bristled brushes;
As the cheery art teachers lull words that tell us art can take us anywhere we desire.
The song of friends laughing as they spiel their hidden secrets to each other
the yelling and talking in the hallways is music to the teachers ears
The basketball's bouncing makes rhythm throughout the halls.
the roaring of the warriors at the stadium encouraged the players confidence
the wrestlers throw each other in the wrestling room.
I hear the sounds of boyfriends and girlfriends giggling as they whisper in each others ears
As their hearts beat fast in song with expressions of young love.
The rhythm to the teacher's chalk as it taps on the black board.
I hear the halls singing the beats of urbodies feet
The freshman sing with their high pitch voices and gossipy stories
The singing of the native Warrior tribe Arapaho as their feet beat rythmatically on the floor
The principal sings with his fists swinging
The pens and pencil scribbling away their hard work.
The toms moving to the beat with there feet
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