A school.
At morning.
Things have just begun
of entering
high school year.
Books and teachers.
And friends forming all around.
But not new.
Some kids are mean.
Some kids are sweet as pie.
A mother leans down to hug her child
who is hiding in her arms
this moment.
Bells ring.
Halls empty.
Minds explore in the class.
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