End of School?

How I wish it were the end of school,
So I could go to the swimming pool.
But I can’t right now; it’s just my first class.
Oh no, I’ve got to get the bathroom pass.

AvrilWritten by Avril Lwin
Susanna PitzerIllustrated by Susanna Pitzer

This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

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