Time to spread my wings and fly...
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Last published Sun, Jun 27, 2021
This is another poem but it's about school... As you probably know most of us are going to a new year or new grade but for me this is the end of primary school. And this school is where I started because I never really went to nursery or anything like that, and so the school I go to made me the person I am today I couldn't be happier and so I wrote a poem about it. Now I must leave the nest and start a new journey. As now I shall spread the wings of mine and fly.
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