My Teacher

June 17, 2015 at 5:23 pm (Poems)

Sir sharpened pencils;

it was done to perfection:

nothing is pointless.

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5 Comments

  1. hypercryptical said,

    Brilliant Julia – you words made me smile (still am!).
    Anna :o]

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      Thank you, Anna. When I think about what teachers taught me, it was often probably not what they intended. If I had to write with a pencil, I did like a sharp one though ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. m lewis redford said,

    excellent

  3. BookOfPain said,

    Groan! ๐Ÿ™‚

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