“The year complete;
I rest my feet.
Waving goodbye;
always a treat.
Small rural school,
remember the golden rule.
Be kind to your friends,
until we meet again.
The last bus to go,
we’ll miss them you know.
It’s been a good year;
yes, I believe that’s a tear.”
poem by dbalog
AWWWWW—WHAT A THOUGHT!!!! 🙂
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Gheezz, thank you Jonathan, that’s sweet! 🙂
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