Being Thrown and Getting Back Up
I felt like I was at a funeral, not in English, my favorite subject.  Laughing faces turned into frowns. It took forever for her to reach me, returning a 72 on a piece about Who's Afraid of Post Blackness? This grade threw me as hard as my horse Braun had thrown me out of my tack.
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