First Day of School
School is in session, and we are all spiffed with shine.
Our hair is slicked back, we are scooting in free and fine.
Laughter is prominent as we see our school friends once again.
By two-thirty we are clock-watching, will this day ever end?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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