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She's come from far, To world that works in different ways, Now that she is where her students are, It will be knowledge that she relays.

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Walking past the shadows, After a draining day, Stepping through heat and cold, I can take whatever bars my way.

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A beautiful dance, They almost float, Flying on the music, Daring others to gloat.

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A glass is raised in quiet cheer, Together we share a smile and drink, Taking in the rustic atmosphere, And enjoying a greeting from a friend with a clink.

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Together we sit, Laugh and talk, Giving commentary, And judging as they walk.

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To be bound in chains, A weight of words upon them, No true power in itself, But reputation to be destroyed.

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A sacrifice, A vengeance curse, So that all know, It should've been worse.

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A delight that we share, Something that makes us smile, For words do we care, As we show them our style.

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A conversation that we hold, In poetry and verse, Rhymes throughout the day, As we say and rehearse.

A conversation that we hold, Of greetings and goodbyes, Where we meet and then we part, While we can’t look into each other's eyes.

A reply to a reply, A cheer to what we share, For even if we have just met, In this at least we care.

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It is fun, To be so frustrated, Over absolutely nothing, Keeps real anger abated.

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A sound not often heard, Laughter joyful and free, As one who once was captured, Now has the chance to be.

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So many stories, These varied perspectives, That's what you get, When you see past the collective.

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It is idealism, That which I feel, Though current events, Make it seem unreal.

But what it is, I deeply preserve, Hoping that one day, My loved ones get what they deserve.

Because it is an ideal, Not yet something real, But which I want to make, So it won't be fake.

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Tired so late, Yet it feels so early, Time is an illusion, Made to make me surly.

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A loss that was deserved, But lessons from it were learned, And joy was had in the discussion, So the final reward felt earned.

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One anxiety gone, And another comes by, A speaking opportunity, As I try not to cry.

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Days gone by, And days yet to come, Tell stories of where we go, And of where we're from.