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More Of The Same (1949)

Worn clogs
clicked across corridoor floor
while disinfected smell choked throats.
We chanted a mantra of multiplication,
dreading being called to answer.
A mop slopped among dust.
Sunlight flickered on a chalk board.
Caretakers shadow crawled towards noon.
Rounders practice in the afternoon.
It always rained.
We waited for the fifties to be ushered in,
followed by more of the same.

3 Aug 18

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Excellent picture of 1940s school indiscipline
 — rivergood