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HOOKED
Secretly they slipped away
And secretly they met
To sneak behind the bike shed
And share a cigarette.
Each kept an eye and ear out,
For stray pupils or stray staff
And hoped no-one would miss them
For two minutes and a half.
And then when they were finished,
They would sidle back to class,
Two pictures of pure innocence
Despite this daily farce.
And nobody suspected
They were victims of the weed
Who misbehaved so blatantly
To satisfy this need
For they were held in high regard,
Regarded as a rule
By one and all to be the best
Two teachers in the school.
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