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A Teacher's Sigh!You blunt me with your sharpness, and leave me lying low, entrapped within your prison, and walk off with the key! You suck my soul of laughter, and leave it anxious sad, devoid of passion magic, beyond the reach of free! I try to show and teach them, but your prison binds my soul, so I simply smile and take it, and hide my splintered heart! Joy Weare. 24th July, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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