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Aug 2015
muted voices rounded up and schooled
all the local children are back to their books
no screams of delight and noisy games
can be heard in our small community this day
summer holidays have come to their end
only their ghosts remain all at play
in the memories of all our yesterdays
Written by
nivek
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