Human written on 8/6/2025 for Seasons Now And After Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
I'm at my keyboard as I remember a long ago dawning of September. Who would have thought that a once youthful lad would encounter summer's end and be glad? He enjoyed all the freedom and the play, given a boy on each extended day. But now, was ready to return to school, a sentiment not oft' considered cool. To see the posted list, to school he raced, to find out in which class he would be placed. and know - would he get the nicest teacher, or the one like a black lagoon creature.
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