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My French Teacher

My french teacher in Grade Eight Was Monsieur Amyot a gentle mate One eye went east The other went west Tried to do well with him I could relate

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Michael Tor

Date: 7/12/2020 8:41:00 AM

He could watch you kids better, his eyes were a asset to him. Hi Jack...

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/12/2020 8:49:00 AM

LOL Probably! Some cruelly made fun of him! A-holes!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/11/2020 12:59:00 PM

You never knew when you were being watched I bet. Tom

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/11/2020 3:02:00 PM

Believe me I really tried hard but I didn't know which eye was looking at me!!!!! LOL

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 7/11/2020 6:26:00 AM

S'adorable mon ami! ~x

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/12/2020 8:47:00 AM

Where were you born Miss Mo?

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/11/2020 7:09:00 AM

Funny, I read that sans accent. I don't have a lot of vocabulary but I do have the accent down. I have an ear for being able to pronounce foreign names/words.

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/11/2020 6:32:00 AM

Vous parle le francaise? C'est bon ca (sorry no accents) XOXOX