One adult, thirty of them, and a marker that has given up.
The Bell Goes
Coat Still On
The Horns Are Wrong
Choosing Nobody
Looked Eleven Times
The Dead Marker
Trip Day Rain
One Empty Chair
Whose Shoe
Not Your Mug
Chairs On The Desks
One Looking Up
Deadlocked Over Nothing
Came Out At Lunch
The One Facing Backwards
Reading It Upside Down
Pick Me
Ate The Tray
Fridge Material
Third Row, Tea Towel
Inside Out, Back To Front
One Shoe, One Plimsoll
Ball On The Roof
Hoof Up For Quiet
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A Clock, Apparently
A Note To Self
A Point Of Zoology
A Round Number