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Writers' Corner If you have a poem, song lyrics or a short story and you would like to share it with the readers of The Statesman now is your chance. Email or mail us your submission and look for it in an upcoming issue of The Statesman. FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL Lisa is my name and vision is my game. What do I do? Hold on while I give you my spew. I teach those who have a little vision to use things that require a little precision. I teach students to use their noses, to smell what they can't see; for instance, roses. I teach them to use sound, in case they get lost and need to be found. I teach concepts such as up, down, and under And try my best to teach the concept of thunder. If you don't think this is hard, then we'll just have to call an ARD. I almost forgot, I teach the cane, just so my students can avoid any pain. Hey! Have you ever taught the concept of North, South, East and West? Me either, but I'll do my best! I just want you to know that I appreciate you so. You gave me my first chance, I hope I proved to you that I can prance. That is to say I hope to be a good teacher some day. Under you, my first assignment was being DEED. I hope I earned a little respect; I have found that I love my job, just like I do corn-onthe cob. Although we didn't spend much time together, I will remember you always and forever. Not because I know you so well, but because you care for these kids, and I can tell. Well, I guess it is time to end this poem of mine; I don't want to take too much of your time. Just wanted to let you know just how much I hate to see you go.
....Lisa Bledsoe |
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