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Schools out.

The school doors are flung open, summertime is here.
This ole’ school house, I won’t be anywhere near.

Heading for the river, fishing pole in hand,
Maybe to the beach, to lie out in the sand.

There is volleyball and baseball, my bicycle to ride,
Shorts and untucked shirt, call me a slob with pride.

Homework, school work, there will be no such thing,
I’ll be in a lawn chair or swinging in my swing.

Yes, the school doors are flung open, summer is now here,
But it will be a fast three months, is my only fear.
Ronald J. Curell