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Cascades at Surfers Paradise —Beverley Crane, IOC2

SCHOOL DAYS
The happiest days of your whole life !
So all grown-ups say,
But I would never go to school
If I could have my way !
My pencil point is broken.
My pen's run out of ink;
My head's just filled with sawdust.
And with sawdust you can't think.
My books are in a dreadful state
With ink blots here and there:
My school hat is so ragged
And horrible to wear.
The happiest days of your whole life !
That’s what the grown-ups say.
But if I didn’t go to school
I couldn't write today.
MICHELLE O'BRIEN. 8H.
A WALKATHON
When I went on a walkathon.
Last Sunday afternoon.
The weary miles went on and on.
Until I wished I’d never gone.
That Sunday afternoon.
But then the thought of all that money.
Which soon would come my way,
Then all the jobs I had seemed funny.
And everything appeared quite sunny,
So I went on my way.
DAINA OZOLINS, 8G.

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