The Teacher and the close examiner The dead teacher said I wish someone had aye taught me what to do.The Teacher and the close examiner The dead teacher said I wish someone had aye taught me what to do. -But you lived in the conventions, the traditions. - It didn't be stirred so. It felt as allowing under the gold and chalk and brick, beside the rowers forward the river, the black lines lived around my crayon bone One line. And then my heart close up down, even so, outside the lines. -Even thus he came back, seven weeks, white page to the white window pane; and then the river flowed through the street, and the door. Copyright World verse Incorporated May/Jun 2001 |
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