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Old School House sits

Abandon and forgotten

Where the weeds grow high,

And the sweet sound of children laughing

Echos hauntingly

Dandelions sway gently

Hiding tiny foot prints below

A museum of memories,

Archived and filed neatly away

Darken windows stare out mournfully

Remembering a better day

As memories rise like grey smoke,

And fade gently away.

 

 

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