A1 and the land toward the dentist
The wooden pickets benched at the top
morning shadows long and intimidating
Somewhere nearby lurks the scrupulous headmaster
Children will just chase each other until exhaustion
simple joys will carry them through the first years
So obsessed with movement and laughter
Slowly losing their spontaneity
The boring rectangular structures
old dusty carpets inside
Black boards and diagrams for us
creaky wooden floor moaning under running feet
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