Continuing with rhe cache of H.S.Materrial; hope I'm improving onit.
The Class Everybody sits and stares Through each other, Trying to learn the lesson But no one knows the answers; They only come if you study inside the class in your own mind. So always listen hard, listen well. To all these fuzzy, myriad, macabre things The perfect teacher teaches inside your mind. One day you will emerge a Master, And wonder at how you did not grasp this.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2020
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