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The Teacher
We all had teachers we
Hated.
In my day hair and ears got tugged
Chalk thrown with intent but
Teachers are not meant to be
Loved.
There's a new teacher in class
He doesn't shout
Or impose detentions or
Send you to the headmaster, he's
Even scarier than old Mr Walsh (and
He was a terror),
Laboriously
Knocking sense into us
Day by day with
Facts and figur...
Sunday 17th May 2020 12:58 pm
Sister Magdalena
Sister Magdalena
alabaster skin
cold to the touch
pinched
bloodless
lips
eyes
the colour of duck eggs
piercing
your
soul
wisps
of taut hair
creeping
from
her scalp
cross on chain
hanging from
scrawny
bird
throat
rosa...
Tuesday 4th September 2018 4:26 pm
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