The project is over!
This class just ended!
The bell just rang,
Her boredom is mended!
The teacher has called,
"Put you supplies away!"
As the students rush about,
It's the end of the day.
The other's file out the door,
and she's the last one out.
But wait: She didn't set down her tools,
She still holds her scissors, running about.
Clinging her books close to her chest,
she scurries down the hall.
But in this race she stumbles a bit,
and then begins to fall.
She lets out a shriek, going head-over-heels,
She feels a jolt and then some shivers...
Her body quakes at the sight of her own blood...
So kids, don't run with scissors.
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