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Personal Narrative: Why I Go To Middle School
When I'm in my choir, I usually sing away
But if our choir is good, it's usually okay

If it's hot outside, we sometimes go to the beach
And on those days like this, we bring a snack like a peach

On weekends, I dance along
But when I feel like it, I sing a song

When I'm bored, I go for crafting
I would be surprised if it was everlasting

Every day, I go to middle school
Why do I go to school? Because it's cool!

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