I need to, It's time.

I need to get my feet out of the sand
It's time for teachers to teach.
I need to leave these foreign lands
It's time to hear reuniting friends screech.
School has began,
But that doesn't mean the fun has to end.
Familiar faces are now tan,
And I always have a blast with my best friend.

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