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Poems by Oxford Spires Academy students

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I wake

sit up

not quite up

nor asleep 

every movement 

muscle twitch

breaths

in and 

out

the smell of fresh toast?

no

only the day ahead 

with few bursts 

of sun and an overall rainy 

outlook

for the week. 

I wake 

By Buster

BY TOBY 

Usualment

( a poem found in my French book) 

Irregular Stem!

You didn't check!

Don't make up words.

Again Toby

great ideas

but feels rushed.

You haven't checked 

through your work

thoroughly enough.