Let's have a crack
with this and that,
a cat on a mat
how about that?
Does that take you back,
when you first had a crack?
Sitting on mats
in a circular group,
at a table with pencils,
the sun always shining.
The cat was black,
the story was a hack
and that mat,
did I mention the hat?
There we sat, empty vessels
waiting to, wanting to, learn.
Innocents etched on our faces as we sing,
that's MY crayon, so much to take in.
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