The grass is mown,
The flowers bloom,
The summertime
Is coming soon
There’s not much left
To do in class
These last days
Full of games soon pass
Your shoes are scuffed,
Your shirt is tight,
You learned to read
And count and write
But soon it’s time
To rest and play
With no school to attend
Each day
We can’t wait
Until school is done
And every day
Is just for fun.
Pooky's Poems 
I remember that first morning after breaking up and how exciting it was – all that time to do stuff. I still feel the same. As a child I got bored, now I’m conscious of how long that list of stuff is and how the time is galloping past!
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