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Life at school

                                         Life is all about learning                           Cello is sweet music to our ears

                                         Interesting and informative with in one              Homework keeps your brain active
                                         Fun is ever lasting                                  Optimism always helps
                                         Fever lasting memories for                           Over lunch we eat and chat
                                         everyone                                             Leaving is the saddest part ....

                                         Adding is what we do                                                              Bhawna
                                         Tired is how we feel                                                                    X-C
                                         Sunny days are the best

                                                       Fantasy                                      Don’t Quit

                                          If I were to born                      When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

                                          A bird,                                When the road you‟re trudging seems all uphill,
                                          I would fly                            When Funds are low and the debts are high,
                                          And fly on top of the world            And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
                                                                                 When care is pressing you down a bit,
                                          I  would  sing  along                  Rest if you must, but don‟t you quit.
                                          the rivers a ravines,
                                          in the forests of pines,               Life is strange with its twists and turns,

                                          and in the grapevines                  As everyone of up sometimes leans,
                                          like a jingle,                         And many a failure turns about,
                                          of the nightingale.                    When he might have won had he stuck it out
                                                                                 Don‟t give up though the pace seems slow
                                          In a meadow of the spring,             You many succeed with another blow.
                                          I would set free,
                                          amidst the flower of the tree,         Success is failure turned inside out

                                          and watch the colours,                 The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
                                          of the changing sky.                   And you never can tell how close you are,
                                                                                 it may be near when it seems so far,
                                          Through the rainboy,                   So stick to the fight when you‟re hardest hit.
                                          I would fly,                           It‟s when things seems worst that you must
                                          and with colours,                      not quit.
                                          of my own wings                                                                     Bharti

                                          I would make him shy                                                                  IX-B
                                                             Pragya Das
                                                                     VIII-B

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