Math Teacher

By Loneliness is condescending • October 1, 2005 09:12 UTC

Oh dear Mr. Spotts How soon we’ll see your liver spots as your flesh it rots Your skin is aging Hair is fading Every time you turn your back The air I lack The disappearance of your shining head Fills my soul with dread

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October 1, 2005 02:21ill haven

you mean aging* and shining*
you create a picture in my mind.

October 1, 2005 09:11Loneliness is condescending

sorry for my spelling its always late after school when i do these so thanks for the help

October 6, 2006 15:58lost the lonely dead

*snickers* i feel the pain