School

Groggy Mornings, waking up as someone else.

Seems like ages

Aged in the summer

Cobwebs of habit

Ensnare us all

It comes regardless of weather

Sunny or rainy or prepared or not

It whips it around us

Grabs the ankles of summer

Gives them a good yank

Welcome back to the shack

Its time to party in Iambic Pentameter.

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