[prose poorly disguised as a poem... sorry if reading it gets to be a drag =p half-edited by Pris]
We used to hop on the sit-up benches playing
Crocodile, in the midst of pressed uniforms and
girlish squeals.
We used to relax by the canteen benches
sipping soya bean milk and sharing
secrets that I felt
honoured to be part of.
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