Here's a story of a boy,
Called a mugger for no reason
No special talent, no high IQ
Just extraordinary skill to leech

Well, I'm standing in the class,
And when I hear something related to exam
I try to remember it
It's not my fault, this is natural

And I want you too know,
If your msg is high
It's time to mix around with the class

If I play more
If I study less
Will I not be called a mugger again?

If I bite my lip,
And I say goodbye
How long will I be remembered?


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Monday, March 1, 2010
6:36 PM

Poem of the trial ( Jem's POV)

Today is the day the trial begins

Walk to the court with my head held high

The results is clear and my dad will win

Tom is nice and so is Atticus

God will bless them for they are right

Ewells are scammers and I hate them

Once it ends I will shout

" Good Job Dad!!!"

Will you ever notice me...