Saturday, June 11, 2022

142/365 - Matriculate

 


The School of Bees
buzzing lazily
and resting in the grass
on a summer's day
The School of Children
screaming laughter
as they run about and play
The School of a Tinny Tune
caught in the breeze
as the ice cream truck
comes our way
Because when the school year
was finally over
the park was the only place
we'd want to matriculate

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