Here is the next poem which is basically about my experience of secondary school, the good bits and the not so good.
I’m sure that it will jog old memories of that first day there, the giant uniforms, the feelings of being someone very small in a huge place and many other recollections.
Perhaps you remember the dominant gang who seemed to rule the roost, or some of the lovely teachers ( and not so lovely teachers) who taught you, along with some of the friends you made there. Whatever you remember, I hope you enjoy this walk down memory lane.
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