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Position:Home>Poetry> If anyone's wondering - I've found a floppy disk and these old things arQuestion:I'd written them. Schooldays are the happiest...... I sit, seemingly alert and aware. Want to know the truth? I’m not there. ‘Cos when I try really hard, I find I can leave my class behind. Miss’s voice grows really dim And I disappear somewhere within. She can never reach me here far away from number-fear. ‘Silly, stupid little dunce Just listen. Listen, now for once. How can four and six be nine?’ Beats me, it happens all the time. Does it matter? Not to me. In my retreat, I’m home and free. You see, they think that I’m still around. But no, like a fox, I’ve gone to ground. They can’t reach my hidden lair Scream all they want - I don’t care. I’m not there. 19th February, 1999 Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: I'd written them. Schooldays are the happiest...... I sit, seemingly alert and aware. Want to know the truth? I’m not there. ‘Cos when I try really hard, I find I can leave my class behind. Miss’s voice grows really dim And I disappear somewhere within. She can never reach me here far away from number-fear. ‘Silly, stupid little dunce Just listen. Listen, now for once. How can four and six be nine?’ Beats me, it happens all the time. Does it matter? Not to me. In my retreat, I’m home and free. You see, they think that I’m still around. But no, like a fox, I’ve gone to ground. They can’t reach my hidden lair Scream all they want - I don’t care. I’m not there. 19th February, 1999 So cute, I like it ^^ |