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Miss those days...

Miss those days of fun and frolic,
sitting and chatting in that dusty classroom,
winning bets and gaining nothing,
classes interrupted by silly lectures,
birthday treats and gettogethers,
funny comments and silly jokes,
one day excursion trips,
last minute preparation for exams,
having fun in the absence of teachers,
jumping and shouting in excitement when the exams are postponed,
surprise gifts and sleepovers,
overnight messaging and picking up fights,
silly gossips and nasty comments,
sudden raids and getting caught,
cutting classes by visiting the restroom!
spending most of the pocket money in library fines,
Miss you all so much,
I know those days will never come back again,
But I am still here yearning for those days to be spent again!

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  1. We all miss those days of yore. But sometimes I miss them so much that the nostalgia goes away and I miss them no more.

    Thanks for enabling me to rewind those days just for a few seconds.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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