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Falling about in a shamble of giggles As the quiver tipped her inside, The Art Master had passed by She was interrupted. Taking the path next to the library Where students poured out Their sorrows over dissertations In the Summer heat. It had come to her slowly this Sense of embarrassment Unable to communicate with fluency Or look into blue eyes. Love Mary
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
The Art Master.
Falling about in a shamble of giggles As the quiver tipped her inside, The Art Master had passed by She was interrupted. Taking the path next to the library Where students poured out Their sorrows over dissertations In the Summer heat. It had come to her slowly this Sense of embarrassment Unable to communicate with fluency Or look into blue eyes. Love Mary
Remembering Alan Simmons my Art teacher at Wallhall Teacher Training College in the 1980s in Hertfordshire. Lovely , genuine , kind person. Had a beautiful garden.
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
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