Ode to Edgeweed

Ah, my school,
The noisy halls,
The smoke-filled bathrooms,
The freezing classes,
The backwoods hicks,
The broken lockers,
The idiotic rules.
You have so many endearing qualities
And I havenít enough paper to convey
All of your distinctive charms.
(cough, cough)
Allow me to but add
My own little note to your graffiti.
Edgeweed, you are my prison.

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