Poem: You Never Forget About It.
You Never Forget About It.
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I know that old lady.
The one with the two sticks
And lots of untidy white hair
Ordered to stay under that nasty felt hat.
She used to be my infant school teacher.
We all called her ‘Miss’
And she smacked our hands
With a hard wood ruler.
She might be old now
But she still scares the pants off me.
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