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My Sparkle Class
Each little eye is glowing
With a sparkle, bright and loud.
I watch them as they listen
Without a single sound!
Sometimes they give a giggle
That ripples down my spine.
They concentrate and focus,
This lovely class of mine!
They all learn their spelling
And try to do their best,
And write each word from memory,
In their weekly spelling test!
They tell me funny stories,
And try to write them down.
And tease me with their faces
That look just like a clown!
They all recite their tables
In a lovely sing song way.
After they have done their sums,
They pack their books away!
They look at me with utter awe,
When I write them each a poem.
Then when the school bell tingles,
They smile and all go home!
Joy Weare.
16th February, 2006.
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