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Anxious walk to school
hearing truths from the half-truths
peddled back at home.
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by Scooj
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Anxious walk to school
hearing truths from the half-truths
peddled back at home.
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by Scooj
Once a fine manor
then a school for young ladies
soon to become flats.
by Scooj
So what time is this?
I growl at my daughter, who
rises after lunch.
by Scooj
As the cool ink flows
memories flood back of old
carved wooden school desks.
by Scooj
Break times spent contained
in ‘the pen’. You lot are Spurs
we’ll be The Arsenal.
by Scooj
The walk to my school
filled my heart with a deep dread;
cap and bag held tight
I was an easy target
for bullies on the estate.
by Scooj
Christmas cheer, not here;
children break for holidays…
Christmas booze more like.
by Scooj
*Not really – pretty excited about it all. Just wanted to have some fun with words.
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Leaning in closer
their nervous young hearts pounding;
after school lovers.
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by Scooj
Dawning of a new
era; so beautiful in
her school uniform.
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No more packed lunches
thank heavens; reclaiming time
lost from our mornings.
by Scooj