My old school, my alma mater which was featured on TV a couple of days ago. Here's a poem about my old school days.
Nostalgia.
(Sung to the tune of Those Were The Days, Mary Hopkins, 1968)
Once upon a time there was a heaven
Where we used to play and called our School.
Remember how we spent those fleeting hours
Evading prefects and breaking many rules.😅
Chorus:
Those were the days, my friends.
We wish they'd never end,
We played our pranks
On each other and got away.
Those were our treasured days,
Our precious dreams we chased,
For we were Friends
And we will stay that way.
Nostalgia
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