When I walk into the room you all look down,
all the teacher does is look, and frown.
I didn’t mean to make you stare,
all I did was jog over there.
The reason for all of this mess,
could be that you’re all in distress,
I understand the change of something new,
I realise that it’s hard to be you.
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I’m really liking your poems, Charlie.