(Inspired by the chaos of learning and the patience of teachers everywhere.)
“Teacher, Where Are You: Are you Down There?”
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Your class is waiting for your return;
How in the blazes are we going to learn?
One month on, teacher, then you disappear;
Did we frighten you and fill you with fear?
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Oh, teacher, please explain;
Our minds are empty, like an unloaded cargo plane.
They need knowledge to make it run.
Come out of hiding, this is no fun.
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Empty-love-minded students cause trouble you know.
And we certainly don’t plant dead flowers and say, grow!
As flowers start with a little seed and tender care
Nurturing them with love, sunlight, water, and air.
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For them to grow, and be beautiful, with colors ablaze
Not all crinkles and dried out from the sun’s rays.
Teacher, we are calling you; where are you?
Or is your class finally and officially through?

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