Thursday 9 March 2017

A memoir about a town.

The town was usual enough, it had;
A public school beside a christian school with no fence between, An old hall that was used as a Kindergarten, a park that you could walk through to get too a pool, a dairy that sold the best Na’an bread, and a church down a long driveway.
That I never went to.

My sisters, my friends and I,
Did what girls do, ride bikes and scooters down the driveway, played imaginary games like Princesses and pirates, helped our mum in the garden planting flowers and eating dirt then Washing out our mouths, and walking to school chatting like parrots and probably waking all The neighbors.

Doing nothing important.

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