I remember the school, The desks, The classmates, The childhood's friends, The old alleys, The neighboring quarters, The blue sea, Winter, Fall, Spring, and Summer, I remember the games we used to play Behind the school's walls and In front of the Ghosts' Palace, I remember 'The Hide-and-Seek' game and The glass Galls' game too, At Easter, We used to play the Eggs' Game where We used to compete in front of Mr Nakhlah's shop near the pretty square, I remember the seesaws and the amusement Games,.... They are pretty memories drawn In one's mind for ever, When will these memories go back? What pretty is childhood! When we grow older, then Life takes us in another direction.
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