April Ladawn Belin Poet I do not know?

Secondary Day Preschooler

Day 1 Weekly Thriller
Narrator
 As the youngster blinked a little more often firstly this morning
The inquisitively teacher as she very much looked, noted, as asked

The wind was very windy today , making sorts of noise 

Inquisitive Teacher
 " Is something the matter with your eye's youngster ?''

The wind knocked a branch of to the window of the class room,
the kids all screamed

Narrator
 Witnessing the youngster trying to blink back tear's as if ready to save a sadly 
 exposed fire. Again as her question was all but most intelligently non 
 questioned upon . On par , as one could be , more or less. Inquisitive teacher predicted upon herself . May another say passive aggressive she may be so.
Silent word's been by looked beyond a feeling gave her a shiver. Brought by coldness of word's becoming both retrospectively doublet responses.


All of a sudden the lights go out, screams were silent but heard through out the school

Inquisitive Teacher
 " Now, let's have a seat " as she's shushing with a hand gesture 

Narrator 
 Duration of this unexpected day was mere analyzing this subjective subject whom was her student . No more , no less. Her heart felt troubled yet heroically toward's the psychological next step .....to be continued

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