Poem From An 8th Grader With a Crush Contest
Dear Michael,
As I sit daily in back of you
I find myself melting into my seat
I have noticed you are fairly new
I anticipate the day we formally meet.
I heard you moved here to live with your dad
And that you live on the block next to mine
I was hoping my note would make you glad
I admire your smile at lunch when it shines.
I want you to know that this class can get mean
Especially with those punks in the third row
I advise you if you join a sports team
They will stop their comments and respect you so.
Since the 8th grade dance is very soon
I was wondering if you had a date
I have English with you at a quarter to noon
Please write back I will certainly wait.
By: Sabina Nicole
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