The End

The final bell, a joyful sound,

Exam’s last page, relief is found.

The heavy books are set aside,

No more equations to confide.

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The frantic cram, the late-night dread,

Now banished from our weary head.

The summer breeze begins to call,

Beyond the classroom’s weary wall.

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A chapter closed, a season done,

Beneath the bright and warming sun.

With lighter hearts and spirits free,

We greet the days that used to be

A distant dream, a hopeful gleam,

Now summer’s here, a vibrant theme!

By Ash Michaud

I used to write a lot about "The History of ___" but I am just relaxing now and making sure others have the chance to shine through with their writing. (:

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