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TITLE OF POEM: WASTED TIME
Don't waste the time
You might never regain a dime
Even though it's squeezed like lime
Then he realized when he went there
That he was only moving around circles here
Yet his time kept skipping like a deer
Until he understood it was only shadow
Unfortunately he has gone below
Without his trumpet to blow
Explanation:
I have been able to write a narrative poem titled, WASTED TIME.
In this poem, I revealed an individual who was advised not to waste his time. He didn't heed to the instruction. He got to a place where he wasted his time and died without having a chance to regain all that he lost. He wasn't alive to tell his story.
Answer:
I don't think college is worth it
Explanation:
Is college worth it? This is a question that gets an inordinate amount of attention in the media and among those interested in higher education.
It seems that the boy uses everyday language in order to describe what he sees and smells. By resorting to this, the reader gets the perspective of a young boy from a poor social class because the imaginary used is based on elements that he might see on daily bases, smells like the cat or somthing roaten are really common in the streets.
The rambunctious boys knocked over several chairs as they played I believe.
Answer:
the answer is nor the good humor
