We said goodbye to my sister yesterday, a teacher for 34 years at St Paul's C of E Primary School in Manchester. She was a brilliant actor as well as being a great teacher, bringing every story to life. Her classroom, outside the main Victorian school building was simply known as "The Prefab". She also loved her garden and Spring was her favourite time of year. Writing this poem has helped bring s...

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My day at school 
wasn't something you'd call as cool

until it was time to eat my bun
and chat with my friends - that was fun

It was time to study but I longed for a 5 star or a munch
Oh, How much I waited for the bell of lunch

I ate a snack and traded one
And then went to basement for a run

Finally it was time to run away
I rushed out shouting hooray!

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Adopt

Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A pla...

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