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Untitled 2

by Tocarra Reynolds

A teacher asks a question.
Your hand flys up along
With a lot of others in
The room, but you
Soon realize you really
Don’t know the answer.
You slowly lower your
And and hope noone,
Especially the teacher,
Saw your outcast hand.

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