The school bell rang and out they came, fiddling, all the while, a bright sunny smile bursting, out in the playground then contemplating, what more fun and games are there for playing, teachers looked at the hush field, pondering, ado of the silence of the lambs, thing, thought their indulgence will be, obliging, their final idea was exciting, the playground alive till school bells ringing, inside happy kids, with teachers, fiddling.
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