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Jun 2016

There'll be no second time around
as she comes to take it all down.
You'd better hurry with that frown
and get stuff written down.
There's no second time around.
Between eye and pen
you've gone and lost it once again
You tried that word to spell
now you've ****** it up again.
There's no second time around
for you today.

In dyslexic disbelief
I watched her steal it like a thief.
pleading eyes followed those disappearing lines,
as chalk dust they fall on to the floor.
With an inward sigh my gaze turned to the sky
and watched the blossom fall like summer snow.

and maybe just by chance
I caught the strains of discontent
as 2 migpies tangled with an angry crow
But the tapping of the chalk
violated all my thoughts
And in a vain attempt
I only got one line
before she quickly wiped it all away.

Then the teacher shouted out
There's no time
work it out
There's no second time around for you today.
Written by
Gerry McClelland  Ireland
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