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The Teacher
We all had teachers we
Hated.
In my day hair and ears got tugged
Chalk thrown with intent but
Teachers are not meant to be
Loved.
There's a new teacher in class
He doesn't shout
Or impose detentions or
Send you to the headmaster, he's
Even scarier than old Mr Walsh (and
He was a terror),
Laboriously
Knocking sense into us
Day by day with
Facts and figur...
Sunday 17th May 2020 12:58 pm
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