
The Student’s Fairytale by Haven Jordan
In the school, the young boy sat— Never knowing where his mind was at— The teacher taught— But it was all for naught— For the little boy whose mind unfocused— Sat thinking of when the end of school would be …
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In the school, the young boy sat— Never knowing where his mind was at— The teacher taught— But it was all for naught— For the little boy whose mind unfocused— Sat thinking of when the end of school would be …

Original photography by Tea Hopkins

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