Blossom of spring

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It's 10 o'  clock now,

To greet the teacher we bow,

To survive school, tell me how,

And at the distance, Tom's milking a cow.


Regular mailman shuffles in,

The girl drops the waste in a bin,

In class, talking to someone is a sin,

That the devil's watching with a grin.


Leaves falling on the pavement,

Kids screaming about time management.

War cries from the contingent,

Why are we forced to compliment.


Chalk dust floating about,

Learning what is a sprout...

And Lo! There's a cherry blossom,

Scurrying on its branches is a possum.


Seeing the tree makes me smile,

I think it's been there a while,

The teacher leaves with a flow,

Oh! It's 11 o' clock now.

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