School poem
School is a greenhouse of ideas
Filled with peace and quiet
It can be radiant and beautiful sometimes
The teaching is the heating sun over us all
When we fail a test, the season has began to change to fall
School is a greenhouse of ideas
Filled with peace and quiet
It can be radiant and beautiful sometimes
The teaching is the heating sun over us all
When we fail a test, the season has began to change to fall
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