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| There were times in the Meynaa School workshops, when I just wanted the teachers to sit back and have fun..... thinking! |
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| Every dawn begins with me. At dust I'll be the first you see. And daybreak couldn't come without What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told And when I come, I end all cold, But in the sun I won't be found, Yet still, each day I'll be around. What am I? |
