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Here's Alison: The Poetry Class

The poetry tutor is not easily pleased, as Alison Ross reveals.

After the Poetry Class
He sat, so deep in thought
He’d written a beautiful Poem,
All for nought…

The tutor had explained,
"Spin-dry your words, you must!
Remove the surplus,
As if t’were dust

He sat there staring into space
Feeling sad and blue
My heart just isn’t in this,
Oh what am I to do?

I cannot write his way at all,
It fills me up with pain…
He thought about his poem,
And wrote down again!

I do not write for tutors,
My heart sings like a song,
My words they just appear,
So how can they be wrong?


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