For the Power In The Tongue Poetry Contest of Karen Jones
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I always will remember when I was young and wanting to be special in some nice way. One person used the power in their tongue. The dark clouds parted, and I felt a ray of sunny joy come beaming down on me. The person was my teacher of sixth grade. She saw in me what others did not see. My feeling not so adequate would fade. I had not known that I was capable of not just learning, but excelling too. My confidence grew more unshakable. By junior high, I had a brand new view. If in my talents I would but believe, great things with effort I could then achieve.
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