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I looked forward to your class, It made me happy when I walked through the door. But it was like walking on shredded glass, And I always came back for more. You pushed my limits When it came to my own form of art You made me look into my heart, deep withing it. As a whole I wanted this moment to be more than a part. Sometimes all we did was read. Being at my best was quite a feat For you, I tried so hard to succeed I only had everyone in the pod to beat. Ogling something more than the books. Persuasion was out of the question and moot. But how can I help it when my teacher had such good looks. With a perfect personality to boot.
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
Reading In 4th Hour
I looked forward to your class, It made me happy when I walked through the door. But it was like walking on shredded glass, And I always came back for more. You pushed my limits When it came to my own form of art You made me look into my heart, deep withing it. As a whole I wanted this moment to be more than a part. Sometimes all we did was read. Being at my best was quite a feat For you, I tried so hard to succeed I only had everyone in the pod to beat. Ogling something more than the books. Persuasion was out of the question and moot. But how can I help it when my teacher had such good looks. With a perfect personality to boot.
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
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