(In which the 90s die, not with a whimper, but with a rhyme)
School started but there was nothing to write about because it's just like last year, only with new teachers. But I'm going back to gossiping and saying the wrong thing. I'm reading Nursery rhymes. Listen:
A wise old owl lived in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
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