School

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The place was new
I knew people but few, 
Quiet quiet the first day, 
Was I like this?... No way. 

The day passed like monsoon
Now I had a gang shines like a moon, 
The shine was not full of glitters, 
Each and every member was a flatterers. 

The class wasn't a class, it was a mix
Everyday we had a drama like in Netflix, 
In every corners, something was going on
Whether it's a fight, romance or rock on! 

No one was afraid of each other
But rather,examination was our father,
We tried but the father was too hard, 
Everything was shuffle like a game of card, 

This part of life is unforgettable, 
Remains in heart with a label, 
Quack quack the last day, 
Were we like this? No way! 




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