It’s the week before finals, and all through the dorms, not a sound is heard, not even in the halls.
That was my sad attempt at a poem, but I guess I’m not much of a poet…I guess I’ll just keep studying for my finals instead of trying to rhyme.
xxoo
It’s the week before finals, and all through the dorms, not a sound is heard, not even in the halls.
That was my sad attempt at a poem, but I guess I’m not much of a poet…I guess I’ll just keep studying for my finals instead of trying to rhyme.
xxoo
When Life Hands You Lemons... 