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A strange ghost, he walks through springtime city streets.
A wild dancer, he listens to the music breathing between beats.
Unruly, he moves so wierd with headphones on and silent moving lips.
So funny, he spins and runs with a raincoat tied around his shaky hips.
He was a hurricane, he was emotion's fearless young manifest.
He is now calm, and to beat, his heart should do it's very best.
Now he is calm
Wondering through shiny houses and trees.
Now hurricane is calm.
And you can end it of with with all the ease.
In that forrest children chant
They chant for the trees to wake up.
To wake up and give them shelter,
For their snowy shelter is now gond.
And so it rains.

The children smile doubtless and laugh.
They so loud for tthere is no one to obey.
For obeying is the fate of the lifeless.
And so it rains.

And yet each of the children is so lone.
As loneliness is the freedom cost.
And so it rains.

So they all search for the forest now hidden in rain.
And so it rains.
I gonna silent fall
until the return of fall
I will sometimes wake myself
but mostly my heart'll be on a shelf.
and i can't find a single peace of my brovado.
but when in fall i finally do, ya might as well call me tornado.
and then i'll be as alive as blood is red
and yet until fall i'm as worthless as dead.
Be a lady, young luck!
You're to me so dear.
Light be in the dark!
Don't let pain go near.

Set us all, pretty, free.
Help our honest fight.
Never ever  let us be.
Wield my sword tight.
I finally came up with the homage poem.
Ode to my teacher,
oh what a wonderful,
delightful, energetic
teacher.

So full of love,
and patient when
we need it most
my teacher.

It's a shame you
have to go before
the rest of us do.

This is an ode
to you - our teacher
to thank you
for your help along
our way.

You are like the tree
and us the apples of
your eye. Love us-
teacher.

We hold you with the
importance of the sun
for we are the plants
bowing our heads to you -
teacher.

we have used similes
and metaphors
just for you -
our beautiful teacher.

Thank you -
really.
Written on behalf of my entire English Class as a surprise to our student teacher on her final day. I was ill and did not get to see them presenting her with the framed and signed copy but I heard she did cry.

Really though, it's for all the teachers out there going above and beyond for their students
Little taps against my windowsill
so pleasing, pleasing,
teasing, teasing
sweet rain falling, gently falling
singing me to sleep
Like carrying me in his loving arms
carrying me to dreamland
like a musical melody~
xoxo
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