Grammar School Poems - Poems about Grammar School

...tin cup music life’s story was etched on her face carved with pocket-knife memories rubbed in with grammar school erasers and colored like heavy wet fog on a stinson beach winter’s morn......

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... As for Paul Revere’s famous midnight ride, ignore what they taught you in grammar school. No such ride ever took place. They lied. The truth is the famous patriot was no fool. Rather, a......

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...Way, way back in grammar school When I was young, I played the fool I didn't always follow rule I thought that I was somewhat cool I've had a lot of friends back then And quite a few I'd gra......

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... When I was in grammar school There simply wasn’t any tolerance for students talking back The religious sisters at our Catholic school were very strict (in part because they had charged over doz......

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... I remember when I held my children for the first time I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of joy and grief I remember when Saturday was THE most important day of t......

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... ever since I can remember I have known bullies it began in grammar school I was different part Ojibway .... they called me Indian Princess but not in a nice way my grandma only ......

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...A solitary child really, Shotgun under arm, Wandering the flood plains  On Billy Bulson’s farm, Hammer uncocked, Chamber free of charge  Enjoying the sensation  Of wandering at large. Not ......

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...One day when I was in grammar school while sitting in my class I noticed that my young attractive teacher She had a very cute heart-shaped style a.. Every time she walked on by strutting ......

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...Gray haired man hobbling down the hall Forty years of pictures hanging on the wall From diapers to kindergarten and their very first bike That time at the beach when we flew our first kite Boy S......

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...Grammar school speculators charlatan math trading the currency of borrowed youth optioning the investment in forsaken dreams hedging their futures with diminished returns margining interest ......

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...Back in the olden days my age of once upon a time with relatives and strangers filled the radio episodes of Silver and the Lone Ranger where The Shadow crept in Inner Sanctum threats and tv i......

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...My lasting memories of Dorothea, still live on- since that day in fourth grade, when she stopped by my desk and saw my artwork- so overjoyed and clearly quite amazed that I could draw that way......

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...My Dad My dad, he tried acting My mum said he was a fool My dad liked laughing My mum said he was embarrassing My mum taught me to hate him My sisters backed her up My brain was washed by th......

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...My favorite teacher, in grammar school was Miss Poisson; yes, that's fish in French but nothing fishy, about Miss Poisson- kids loved her! I recall so many field trips to......

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...She loves me she loves me not... Just my luck that when juiced a lad din grammar school, aye own every rhyme and reason tubby mad every friggin time boyhood fingers plucked petals off flowered......

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