01 Holidays - Poem by Athul KrishnaA
The time has come at last,
For the tiresome schools be closed,
For the long awaited two months of fun;
Without any study!
Here I board the school bus,
Which drives me to my home.
Soul and heart is excited,
And everyone shouts with joy,
'HAPPY HOLIDAYS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! '.
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