<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My English Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the grade three<br>A new teacher came<br>Around her table<br>A queue we were all in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having exercise books on our hands<br>To get written our names on it<br>Twining with aroma of her perfume<br>Let the mind not go back to the bench</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My English teacher<br>Not like other teachers<br>Wearing new dresses <br>Pleasant smile with snazzy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bought a double rule book<br>To write proper English letters<br>Putting the alphabet of base<br>Following day had a message</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more with us<br>Principle's words<br>Teacher came to us<br>We cried a lot</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Why may teacher you go leaving us'<br>'Is our school not good'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>While worshiping on her feet<br>Without an answer<br>Looking at us<br>Touched our heads</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She got a transfer<br>Because of our remote dry school</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since then on <br>Until primary end<br>Without an English teacher<br>My texts books were new</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She doesn't know me for sure<br>Placed an aroma still in my mind<br>You wrote that name of mine<br>I am writing today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Udaya+R.+Tennakoon">Udaya R. Tennakoon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531699" data-title="My English Teacher de Udaya R. Tennakoon" data-description="At the grade three A new teacher came Around her table A queue we were all in Having exercise books on our hands To get written our names on it Twining with aroma of her perfume Let the mind not go back to the bench My English teacher Not like o..."></div> </div> </div>

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