the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet
Every day we are ushered as the school bells peal To inaugurate the start of the next school day’s zeal Everyday we pledge allegiance to our flag And to our nation, and to our God we appeal There is teaching and learning going on As the custodian passes by each class Removing black marks from the hallway floors Cleaning finger smudges from the glass He knows the goings-on and those coming and those going He knows what to do in the heat and after every snowing He is the surveyllerist and purveyor of them He’s behind the scenes to keep the school year rolling As soon as the school year starts, there is a period at the end of the sentence And the adventure of summer cleaning commences And the kenopsia of a school vacated Eerily all cries and sighs and laughter as echoes have faded
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