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Apr 2020
first day

sits up straight
hands folded

on his desk

looking straight
ahead

the bell rings
he is quiet

ready to listen
he hears the

whispers
around him

he is not
tempted
by them

they do not
disturb him

he knows his
limitations

he can only
focus on

one thing
at a time

and now

it must be
the teacher
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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