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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.
I’ve opened my book
but my brain’s feeling dense;
the words and the numbers
are not making sense.
The clock isn’t moving.
My tummy is growling.
The lesson is boring.
My insides are howling.
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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