What's it gotten me?
Studying, praying for high marks
Enduring those insanely jesting jackals
That torment me ever so.
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Students' angst. I can identify. We can hope to become one of the 'few good teachers' that students remember.
i love this. i love how much heart u put into ur poems. u r a great writer. jokeret
as do its shores without an end, its glorious, flat, unending beach, Lost in the milky whiteness, the frothing rocking sets me forth, till once again my mind cast in an endless riddle, World moves on body not mind.Your words prove the present scenario.Prostitutes live better like poets most of the time.