Back To School We Must Go
The short summer is almost over,
boohoo~pull up the bedcover. Our fun and sun will go away, next year it will come back out to play. The school days are ahead, I do dread. Guess it is off to buy some school supplies, I would rather have ice cream and hot pies.
New clothes will be fun, if I do not look like a nun.
Friends will be great to see, but homework is not for me.
Date Written: 8/21/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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