A Tanka Fixed Prose
Cars speed through the lot
Quickly dropping off late ones
“…I hate my alarm clock!”
Said the last student breathless
Bus driver shuts door, takes off
Sounds of crinkling snack
Packages, scattered voices
Slowly cease due to
Sleep, smart phones, MP3’s, while
High winds beat against the bus
Exciting group goes to
Liberal Forensics Meet
To speak, read, and act
And nine out of them earn a
First, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth place
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