MAC
Mount Aspiring College here we come,
We trudge to school every single day,
This college can be very very dumb,
But where’re forced to come anyway!
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Learning information can be great,
Teachers can be cool or be a drag,
Hanging out with all me mates,
But I have no excuse to brag!
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1,000 other kids are here to “grow”
but most of them are day dreaming,
of being high up in the snow,
they just want to be leaving.
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However bad this college could be,
Its better than living in jobless misery!
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WET WEATHER
Trudging through puddles,
getting mud everywhere,
my mind is in muddles,
and I’m sure sad I’m here!
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Waiting for a bright rainbow,
Gloominess and mist in the air,
Feeling my steps start to slow,
I think Im starting to despair!
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I love the rain falling,
feeding the raging rivers,
The conditions are appalling,
My teeth are starting to shiver…..
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I may be sad, glad, fast or slow,
But the rain falls and grows the crops I have to sow.
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SUN
Bright as a torch, hot as a blazing bon fire,
Grows the Earth, yet kills with a single flare,
Its name can be as harsh as a barbed wire,
It can sizzle eggs, and even skin or hair!
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The sun is a big ball of blazing gas,
