Hey guys, here goes a small poem for St.Georges.
Kindda kiddish..but really!!I enjoyed writing it.
Here it goes.
St. George for me was not a school...
rather it was my home...and that was always true.
yesteryears,yesterday and even today..
i love it so much..and it's always gonna continue.
I had frens, not just one,two,three..
but many of them coz they were made for free...
so cute,so tender are the memories...
memories of moments we lived like a family..
eating plums,aludum and sour tamarind...
the later better know as TITTIRI.
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