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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little White School House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I drove from the city<br>With one thing in mind<br>Was to see my old school<br>Where I spent most of my time.<br>I could barely see it<br>Coming fresh into view<br>Somewhat strained in the distance<br>The place that contribted to what I knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stood the ole school house<br>Up the road just a piece.<br>As I drove through the woods<br>My heart thumped with anxiety.<br>As I heard so faintly<br>The laughter of children playing<br>It was a bit distorted<br>I couldn't make out what they were saying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the old Merry Go Round<br>In my imagination going around and around.<br>Seeing old school mates<br>Pushing and pushing hard <br>To make it go faster <br>Just running not making a sound.<br>Sometimes slipping and falling<br>Sometimes even dragging the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recess and fun wasn't going to last.<br>Fun time so quickly slipped away<br>Even work time seemed to pass.<br>But I could hear our schoolmarm<br>Gently ringing her bell<br>Then she would so calmly say<br>Children, lunchtime is over<br>As we'd all let go of the rail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I drove a little farther<br>I could see childen wave. <br>We'll see you tomorrow<br>And for no apparent reason<br>I believed what they would say.<br>And sure enough the next morning <br>We were all back at school<br>Joking and teasing but obeying the rule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I backed up my car looking once again<br>Seeing where many of us spent our days<br>At the Little White School House on the hill<br>Just to sing, laugh or play.<br>But long are the days gone<br>When you would hear <br>The principal 'Mrs. Kennedy'<br>So kindly sing and say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good Morning to you<br>Good Morning to you.<br>We're all in our places<br>With sun shiny faces.<br>Oh this is the way<br>To start a new day.<br>At work or at play<br>At school everday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cecelia+Weir">Cecelia Weir</a><div class=q>
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With one thing in mind
Was to see my old school
Where I spent most of my time.
I could barely see it
Coming fresh into view
Somewhat strained in the distance
The place that contribted to what I knew.

There stood the ole s..."></div>
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