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Post by Freya on Jun 17, 2002 0:00:35 GMT -5
If they could speak They would talk non stop for a week They hear every word we say From the beginning to the end of the day Yes, they might be hard But atleast they are on guard They are sad when we leave Like we couldn't believe The school is their home Where they are left to rome Ten out of Twelve months, they get to see us Until the last day we get on that bus.
Makes you wonder, doesn't it? It did for me!
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