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Pastures New

Sun rays dripped like  honey,

On a small roadside bungalow.

Steps led down to it, wide and broad,

From a squarish carpark,

At the side of which, a weeping willow,

Bent her gorgeous green haired head.


It was here my dad rented a room,

I helped my dad move in,

My mom and dad had an arrangement,

To school and back my dad would take me,

And until my mom returned from work,

I was to stay with dad.


Into my new school I settled,

My new form teacher was amazing,

In many ways I must admit,

She resembled my old form teacher,

In looks, mannerisms, personality,

She fast became my favourite teacher,

And she taught my favourite subject; English.

The End

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