Construction, eight grade lost Mrs.Emerick's room
The bangs and the bumps don't look like their ending they are ending soon
In the science lab, concrete shakes
I wonder how long "construction" takes
Heat comes in patches though the ceiling
The open ceilings are quite reveling
Lights and wire hang from wires
The hallways smell like burning tires
Locker doors fall of sporadically
Construction, has me.
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