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Waiting for Lunch
My stomach is empty.
I’m waiting for lunch –
a sandwich, some crisps
and an apple to munch.
The clock isn’t moving.
My tummy is growling.
The lesson is dull and
my insides are howling.
I’ve opened my book
but my brain’s feeling dense;
the words and the numbers
are not making sense.
I wish I could eat
and then play on the grass!
I guess I’ll just have to
keep teaching my class.
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