Poem on our school days
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Those loving days of our early ages, and the open books with curly pages,
We miss our each n every class,
whether nursery or tenth..(the last)..
That small play ground of ours, and those different Pepsi flavours,
The game of cricket with pad and paper ball,
and that half coat game of basketball..
We miss our each n every class,
whether nursery or tenth..(the last)..
That small play ground of ours, and those different Pepsi flavours,
The game of cricket with pad and paper ball,
and that half coat game of basketball..
Tishahalder:
Thank you
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