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Aug 2017
T'was the night before school,
and all through the house.
Not a sound could be heard,
Not even a mouse.
It's that time again good grief ,
the uniforms nicely pressed .
Parents gave a sigh of relief,
kids back to school looking there best.
Hip hop hooray we all say,
at least till the next holiday.

Copyright Grant Dickson 14/08/2015
My interpretation of a night before Christmas
Grant Dickson
Written by
Grant Dickson  55/M/Edinburgh
(55/M/Edinburgh)   
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