Back to School

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Oh! it's that same old feeling
The one I've had for many years
Every year it gets me reeling
But it's time to drown those fears.

I know that I have the passion
To showcase all my wit and skills
But being late is not in fashion
And the summer break sure had its thrills.

I hastily get ready for what lies before me 
And prepare for the workshops today
I sip on my ginger flavoured tea,
And hurry, 
As I have young minds I have to meet halfway.

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