School is just around the
corner. The summer is
almost at an end. Every
year, it goes faster and
faster, there's a lot of
things to tend. Getting
ready for the holiday's
is a hectic chore. Before
you know it, it will be upon
us, with lots of work in store,
Every year at this time, the
same thoughts run through
my mind. I can't help but
notice, how we're back
again, to the same old
grind!
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