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TEACHER

She awakes every morning with a heart full of love,
Her mind in a whirl, too much to speak of.
She heads out the door, to begin her day,
Cranking up the tunes, her thoughts begin to stray.

She thinks about the kids and what to do,
A few lost souls, she must tend to.
One is abused and the other won't say,
She can see it in their eyes they want her to stay.

God send me an angel, the child did pray,
The first touch of love they felt that day.
Walking into class they sat at their desk,
The teacher seeing the bruises so grotesque,

She places a hand upon their arm,
Come with me child, they can do you no more harm,
She holds the child as they cry,
The emotion built up, she lets out a sigh,

God heard that day the prayers of the child,
For he sent them an angel with a crooked smile.
They called her teacher, her love so real,
Her heart pure gold and an angel was revealed,

Carrie
CLIMBING THE WALL

Climbing the wall
Reaching so tall
Stretching up high
Got to try
Have to get out
Escape from the doubt
The prison that�s me
The trap you can�t see
Wolves in the den
Bears too and then
Tigers prowl round
My life they surround
People that stare
Don�t even care
Look but don�t see
Play games with me
Confuse my mind
No help to find
Scaling the side
Don�t want to hide
Have to be free
Need to be me
Climbing the wall
Bears, wolves, tigers all
Reaching so tall
Just climbing the wall

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