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My language arts teacher.
Her hair flies every which way.
She has an accent that no one can place or imitate,
But we know it's there.
Homework is her best friend...
For without papers to grade, where is her life?
She can talk for 45 minutes straight.
Trust me, I would know.
A countless amount of good, bright students
Have fallen asleep at fault of her droning voice.
Her long, old, manicured nails
Critically grade the papers of her students.
Speeches are harshly timed,
And students late to class must stay after school.
My peers despise her, and cringe at her voice.
They look at her with a deep loathing...
But with something else as well.
Undying respect.
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