I still remember primary school all those brilliant games,
kiss chase, bulldog...I remember the names,
and when we wasn`t aloud out in the soggy, wet rain,
us 20 mad, moaning kids were quick to complain.
All we wanted to do is cheerfully play
not learn...but play madly all day! .
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