Twas the night before high school and all through our home,
not a creature was stirring, well maybe just one.
Casey's uniform hung on her closet with care,
Her book bag lay by the door all prepared
Tomorrow will bring new teachers and friends;
Primary school days have come to an end.
Here comes high school ready or not,
Hope the apple and grapes in your bag hits the spot.
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