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![]() Sleeping late, eating breakfast for my lunch Under no schedule, no hurry nor rush Mounds of relaxation, my dreams come true Memory of work, a thing of the past Enjoying whispers of new freedom Reading for pleasure, whatever I choose Free from alarms, classes, and ogres Unlimited. . .imagination alive No one adores summer like a teacher
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