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Miss Miles
 
Miss Miles was my grade Two teacher,
yes, I remember her so well;
could not please that crabby creature,
looked forward to the day's-end bell.
One day I stumbled and I fell,
because Ernie Robins pushed me.
I couldn't explain, could not tell.
She would not listen, just 'shush'ed me!

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By cherryk

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