The stomp is long,
So long bye bye
... mind's gon'.
Clap, high slaps,
Splits and break-it-downs
Beens found.
Exam frowned from it,
... the stomp.
A student once
... a majority stumped?
Had you not?
The real world,
Sittings there like a stoop.
If not sat,
Wouldn't be strong.
If not stomped,
"Itn't my home..."
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