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We are life unto death sealed in its hold when mortal limits fill a dateless urn, a worldly spirit in a spirit world for dust you are and to dust you return. To do and unto my lost cause to teach - did I not that nobility disgrace? Yet still you sought to seek, to touch, to reach, and to look upon the soul and its face. It grieves me so in your deathly still vale that cruel fate did your own fears forebode - an honoured place far beyond this travail waits you O’ teacher and last tributes owed. Real was my discontent, my foolery, yet you never failed or abandoned me. Written: February 1994 *Wynnis Johnson 1939 ~ 1993 was my high school math teacher at Rangitoto College in New Zealand. May she Rest In Peace.

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Date: 5/20/2025 1:04:00 PM
Wow you wrote this over 30 years ago? Sweet tribute. I really can't think of any teacher I was particularly fond of, but then it was the 60's and 70's and rebellion was the order of the day
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Keith D Trestrail
Date: 5/21/2025 2:22:00 AM
Yeah, she was one in a million. Cheers.
Date: 5/20/2025 5:34:00 AM
A nice tribute to your teacher. She must have been a beloved teacher. May she rest in peace.
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Keith D Trestrail
Date: 5/20/2025 5:39:00 AM
She was a special lady that’s for sure. She saved me from myself more than once. Thanks Kim and God bless.

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