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The Art Teacher for the one whose initials mean morning "teaching art isn't about teaching art. it's just about letting people be - letting them be them, showing them it's ok. i don't know...that's why i like it. everyone is so scared...i like to try to show them they don't have to be afraid." ~~~~~~~ writ by one woman, an art teacher whose young life story is a chain refrain, *put it on me, put it down right on me* her see nowadays is her sea of nowadays nothing but troubles, ocean thirteen fathoms deep what hasn't gone wrong, just wasn't worth being put on the list we all need someone to lean on, so here I am, leaning on her, surprise! her prize, a strength so profound when depths plummeted, she curses the dark deservedly then writes me another poem and her sinking ship never goes under, despite life's repeated offensive attempts to play her, down after down you see she gets it, not quite rightly, she is an artwork, momentarily needy for a frame suitable, and I, well, am in a museum gallery admiring her, for she is great art, and from great trouble, her art grows greater, her persona painting simpler and straighter so here I am thinking student minoring in art, think she is an art, a teacher majoring in teaching how to be so here I am laughing, my pandora gremlin does it again, playing games, first "Lean On Me" and then "Let It Be" so let her be, so she can teach the art of letting us be
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
The Art Teacher (for the morning girl)
The Art Teacher for the one whose initials mean morning "teaching art isn't about teaching art. it's just about letting people be - letting them be them, showing them it's ok. i don't know...that's why i like it. everyone is so scared...i like to try to show them they don't have to be afraid." ~~~~~~~ writ by one woman, an art teacher whose young life story is a chain refrain, *put it on me, put it down right on me* her see nowadays is her sea of nowadays nothing but troubles, ocean thirteen fathoms deep what hasn't gone wrong, just wasn't worth being put on the list we all need someone to lean on, so here I am, leaning on her, surprise! her prize, a strength so profound when depths plummeted, she curses the dark deservedly then writes me another poem and her sinking ship never goes under, despite life's repeated offensive attempts to play her, down after down you see she gets it, not quite rightly, she is an artwork, momentarily needy for a frame suitable, and I, well, am in a museum gallery admiring her, for she is great art, and from great trouble, her art grows greater, her persona painting simpler and straighter so here I am thinking student minoring in art, think she is an art, a teacher majoring in teaching how to be so here I am laughing, my pandora gremlin does it again, playing games, first "Lean On Me" and then "Let It Be" so let her be, so she can teach the art of letting us be
PostScript: musta paid extra for this pandora service that reads hearts and minds for as this concludes, it "plays"me for, Tom Petty is singing me a lullabye, "I Won't Back Down"
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
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