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Time to go home..

Time to go home..

Miss Atkinson stood at the whiteboard
“What rhymes with sheep ?”
Marcus shoves his arm in the air  
“Please Miss Atkinson Little bo peep”

“Yes Marcus this rhymes very well”
And her next question is interupted by the sound of the bell
All of the children start making a noise when Miss Atkinson shouts “It’s time to go home now” to the girls and the boys

“A nice orderly fashion children” She stands at the classroom door
as children are pushing and shoving each other on the floor
“Before you all go.. have you got the correct bags?
As all of them check their stuff with thier own name tags

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GREG TUCKER THE...

A different type of poem.but I love the imagery it took me to daydream

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Jill Tait

Awww thanks Greg ❤️?❤️

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Marion

This grabbed me Jill, my daughter has just qualified as a teacher, first class in September. I love how you have just taken the reader into a moment with no particular ending...experimenting becomes you ? hugs ?

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Jill Tait

Awww Miss Atkinson is my neice sheis head teacher in East riding luv ❤️?❤️

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