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| Heaven and Hell | |
| By meadowcroft1964 | ||||||||
| 30 September 2008 | ||||||||
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School to me was destined to be Representative of both Heaven and Hell Heaven because it's there I was introduced to wonderland of books I just had to lift up a dustcover to immediately discover That I had been thrust from my bleak world Where there existed little love and even less trust Into the magical realms of make believe There I could be the princess described by the brothers Grimm Who was cursed to dream for a hundred years When unfortunately she got stuck Time and time again by that darn pin Then I,d find myself travelling way out west That was the fantasy I liked the best Laura Ingalls that was who I'd be Even though she seemed at the time So much poorer then than me My attraction came with the fact That though money they may lack There in that little house on the prairie There was a daddy who'd absolutely love and adore me I'd read on in awe and so clearly saw Robinson Crusoe as he came ashore Stranded on that desert island where he did drift When a fierce storm blow up wreaking his ship As If I was there I than became aware of Man Friday standing there at Crusoe's feet He was the one who Robinson was destined to meet He seemed to sigh when he caught my eye If my memory serves me right sadly Wasn't he the one who would unfortunately die Though reading could cast this awesome spell It wasn't, quite strong to spare me completely from the hell That went hand in hand with school as well It could not quite disperse the bullies voice That threated to take away all hope of choice. I was force to hide in the toilets unseen Smells of cigarette's mixed with shit Filled my nostrils has I'd sit Trapped in that horrid room Forced to inhale it's rancid overpowering perfume School was supposed to be a place of learning How could It possibly be when I sit in the class my stomach churning So it's no wonder I find it hard to spell Also that I find grammar difficult as well I hotly dispute that this proves one stupid Has it's sometimes been reputed I write in a aim to lay claim to my name In the vain hope that with each story I tell That one day I,ll dwell always in heaven Never again in hell
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