My word
nothing does love/hate
quite as poetically
as a teacher reaching holiday’s end
intrinsic guilt of ‘not having done’
bound up with seeing our colleagues
loved and hated
again
and those ****** beautiful, ugly
broken-bright
impossible-everyday kids
my words
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 12:38 PM UTC
My word
nothing does love/hate
quite as poetically
as a teacher reaching holiday’s end
intrinsic guilt of ‘not having done’
bound up with seeing our colleagues
loved and hated
again
and those ****** beautiful, ugly
broken-bright
impossible-everyday kids
my words
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