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Bubblegum Cigars

Do they still put those paper bands around cigars? You know; the ones we used to give our girlfriend in the fifth grade; explaining to her she should wear it as a ring to show that she liked you. “Like” being a word for love, because when you’re ten, you don’t say that word to a girl. Blech! Read the rest of this entry »

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Stay In Your Seat!

I wrote a poem, A Striking Example, based on the story you are about to read. It’s a painful tale about my first day of fifth grade in Mr. Powell’s class; a day that began with me having a very painful tail.

It was common knowledge that Mr. Powell was a feared and respected teacher and those of us who’d drawn him as our fifth grade teacher knew full well we would have to toe the line or suffer the consequences, via his “board” of education. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stay In Your Seat!

I wrote a poem, A Striking Example, based on the story you are about to read. It’s a painful tale about my first day of fifth grade in Mr. Powell’s class; a day that began with me having a very painful tail.

It was common knowledge that Mr. Powell was a feared and respected teacher and those of us who’d drawn him as our fifth grade teacher knew full well we would have to toe the line or suffer the consequences, via his “board” of education. Read the rest of this entry »

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