The teacher opened her mouth
And spoke
The children opened their ears
And heard
There was only one key
The lesson
The teacher broke a piece of chalk
And taught
The children broke their pencils
And learnt
There was only one force
The lesson
ONE THING TO REMEMBER ABOUT TEACHING IS THAT THE TEACHER NEVER GROWS OLD. IN FACT SHE GROWS YOUNGER EACH TIME SHE PICKS UP A PENCIL AND OPENS HER MOUTH LIKE ONE OF HER PUPILS.
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