Please Help the Student

Its cold in here, theres no heat.

the desks face right, theres no left handed seat.

The voices drone, but never make sense,

For professors, they sure can be dense.

I wish only for a school condusive to the student.

Where life can live, and we know what is meant.

I wish only for a warm and open place to learn,

where I dont study frost bite with concern.

Where left is just as good as right,

Where very far back, and very far front,

are not the only seats in sight.

I wish only for a place to be,

a good student, a lively learner, 

A warm and happy me.




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