To you, my school.
This is your day, and you just need to say,
each word from your mouth, will make it our day.
This is your time, every moment you spent,
will be in the book, when you have a rent.
The time we had spent it just seem so short,
but in years to come, you won't be at fault.
The end of this poem, is ready to come,
so when you hear the cue, we wish......
Happy birthday to you!
Liau Zheng En
1 comments:
Cool, Zheng'En!
Keep such poems coming!
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