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...

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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...

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