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Let the tables be turnedLife can be cruel and unkind,
The worst people get the best,
This has always played on my mind,
The good deeds seem to be locked in a chest,
Whilst the bad are spread all over the news,
And never seem to get the punishment that they deserve,
They will always abuse,
Whilst the good never observe,
They help with all their heart,
And always give a helping hand,
Their just like a piece of art,
But they don't have pride when they stand,
They don't realise the things that they have done,
And always seem to have the worst,
They're the ones who get the bad luck,
As if their always curst.
So please just this once can they be happy and free,
Having the praise that they have earned,
And for once not having to live in the dark,
Let the tables be turned.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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