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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute For imparting live voices to the mute You paid gratitude To the multitude On the mountain top you stood And all the heads understood You never said ‘Never’ As admired in Geneva; Tremendous work for real Remains in me a thrill! You explored the world Left in me a living word Instilled sight onto my mind In place of being blind. Domesticated me where I went wild I lost you – I remain worried Your education Was a dedication For my emancipation Through marked participation Hot springs of wits gush out of turgid mazards Thus; unleashing veracity poses no hazards From the famous profit and loss account To how elasticity of demand is paramount The art of blending species of flora in the gardens, Merging ideas to console those carrying burdens Powders mixed to thwart the woes of gout For chemical blending of dust into ceramic tiles and grout Artistic laying of tiles with no doubt, Farmers add granules of compounds to combat drought Mixing small grains into carling draught Or into flour and oil for palatable dishes and crust Spinning of the ginnery, linen craft Crafting aprons which the chefs trust Perpendicular tors of triumph echo from Arithmetic Beneficiaries seducing lasses with cosmetics. Rhyming rhythms of iambic pentameter; With 13 amps flowing – records the ammeter, Or 6 000 amps of the high voltage arc Fusing rival elements into the Ark Compelling hard cores of high resistance Leaving them for complete ‘non-existence’. We had signed the Teacher concession; Of study, participation and concentration, That was the ‘Moyo Treaty’. Though the exam is always tricky Finally we dilute the concentrate Textbook to notes - our carbohydrate. I recalled my teacher through secondary That he knew no boundary He taught to set apart What had been one part He taught negative effects of Mainstay, But God has the main stay That death has a long stay! Water is enough to stay! In that his last essay He scribbled a lot I can’t say Keys of wisdom I surrender We can’t be put asunder Teacher – pupil Your words I fulfill I can now feel A gap I can’t fill! Zorora murugare, Lala ngokuthula!

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Date: 6/15/2021 9:31:00 PM
I would appreciate some comments to mark my performance. I am a new member and very open for criticism
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