You see those brown paoer bags
Ment to hold all the trash
Flying out of the lockers
As a sign
That it is finally, and almost completely,
Over
These bags always seem
so ridiculously big
yet you know
they're not big enough

And so it start
Laughter, screams and high or low pitched voices
Bending and moving up and down in such a way
It sounds like a hole forest
filled with wild animals
There is pushing bodies, hands waving and legs kicking
Everywhere
Moving around

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