School Chips

The gates needed painting,
rusted red - shameful shades,
the kick-chipped exit railings
begged for a uniform coat of paint.

Hardy souls took up the shout,
to buff Manor's roughened fences,
a slog of slap and weeding,
and school was reinvented!

Some may notice our efforts,
and other parents . . .

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