because everyone has to be there
just before class begins.
I proceed to our usual spot,
where they are talking about the same topics.
They complain and laugh at
events that occurred in the weekend.
I pull over a chair and place
my backpack and binder on it.
I join the conversation,
adding a comment here and there.
We where happy to see each other again,
but sad that class had begun.
But think how glad you're teachers are to see you. nice poem. perhaps you can add topics of your conversations,and a refrain, or alliteration.
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