Criticism

The wayward road that leads me astray

Somewhat led me to this heaving Slander

Where the moulde'ring heap of knowledge 

Flustered not astray

 

A woman she was brave and humble

I meet her down this wayward bumble

A woman who helped restore my fumble

Not through words but by action 

She leaps out her hand in wayward motion

 

O' Teacher's O'Teacher so calm and gentle

 

 

 

 

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