School Break

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Cli-ing! cli-ing! cli-ing! 
“Break time pleeeeaase!” 
Went the school bell, 
And the bellboy together. 
And all at once we bail out 
Shouting talking laughing 
Hailing jumping running 
Rumbling like a turbulent stream.
Spreading out into the compound 
Like a flood sweeping across 
The plains after a heavy shower 
Delighted as caged birds set free!

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