Ode To A TeacherWhat makes a great teacher? Well the answer to that is clear. Look in the mirror and you will see, Speak and you will hear.Ode To A Teacher
A great teacher is the one, Who has all the qualities of a friend, One who will always support you, And your character always defend.
A hand to help when you stumble, A few kind words to comfort any heart, We sensed that you would be this We knew it from the start.
Such a lucky group of teens You never will see again We had this special type of teacher: The teacher who’s a friend.
I finish this poem
The StrangerThe StrangerThe Stranger
He was sat on an uncomfortable bar stool, supping a pint, in a dingy pub. It was late at night, and there were only a few of the locals’ dotted around, all engaged in sleepy conversation about the latest developments in village life. As he sat, he suddenly became aware of a presence to the left of him. He turned his head slightly and found a pair of eyes glaring back. He smiled sheepishly. “You’re not from round here I’m guessing,” he said as his eyes swiftly traced over the stranger. “No, I’m just passing through” came the reply. The stranger’s voice was deep and gravelly, sligh
The Beautiful PeopleLook who it is, Karla” Helen pointed to Will. “Lover boy is over there!” she laughed. “Oh yeah. Wow. He looks good today! I mean…” Karla blushed and let out a nervous giggle. Smiling broadly Helen dragged her friend into the classroom. Mr Smith strolled in and promptly began his lesson.The Beautiful People
Dan stared at it. It was just so horrible, why on earth did he have it? It wasn't like he was actually going to USE it! He had no reason to. I have to get rid of it, he decided. The question was, how?
Karla, how you doin’!” A group of boys laughed and headed into the hall.
Will winked at Helen, and slid his arm arou
first time
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I'm trapped in this Motel 6 on fire, fire, fire.
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Lost in my dreams, a whole world of my own.
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