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School Sweetheart Crush

She had hair the color of wet hay, and her big beautiful eyes were pale gray She was my 10th grade teacher and my lover, and I don’t believe I will ever recover She had a sweet and delicate voice, and the name of my lover was Joyce. She would tutor me some times twice a day, and after the lessons, we would just play Oh the lessons she was teaching me, would never earn me a degree. She did not help me get to college, but the lessons did give me knowledge Some will say this teacher was abusing me, but I can tell you, I just don’t agree My dear and loving teacher was very kind, she really helped my frame of mind. January 28,2019 Contest sponsored by Faraz Ajmal

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