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 Mar 2017 woolgather
Bluejay
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
 Mar 2017 woolgather
Antonio
Summer's warm currents retreat
the advancing brisk amber sunsets.

Submerging the world under
the reign of enduring starry nights.

The maples blush as Autumn whispers
the gentle lullaby of Winter's sweet breath.

Erasing Summer's memory with a crimson brush
preparing the golden landscape's long frigid rest.

~~~
The only time he acknowledges her
Is after midnight
He says hey babe
I came to pick you up
She comes back the next day
Thinking he loves her
Now the avoiding begins
He sees her in public
And acts like he doesn't know her
This is why I call it delusional love
Cause this is not love
Love is not about satisfying someone's needs.
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