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those old poems

I went on an armchair trip today, reading some of the poems I posted here a couple of years ago. (#987) Continue reading

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Recognition

At the start of each semester my classroom would fill with faces full of suspicion, anticipation and the old favourite, boredom; but I would be going through the old game of seeing dopplegangers— shades from the past, who, separated from … Continue reading

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