Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Death Desk

Desk

I get sat on everyday

Some people write on me

I get moved around the room all the time

There is always fresh gum on me

There are always new people to come and sit on me

and I do the same thing everyday.

I Live with all my friends

Some of them get wrote on a lot more then me
But we are all close to getting replaced but at least we go down together.  

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