Sitting down
my desk, she creaks
chat with Lu,
the teacher speaks.
"Open your books,
let's read some Thoreau,"
The pages are dusty
like new fallen snow.
Oh how I love Walden,
Spring and Brute Neighbors,
words drip like honey,
with a sugar sweet nature.
Oh, these words I do love,
prose is nothing to fear!
Some people dislike them,
but to me it is dear!
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Ha, I completely agree! I really dug the line "words drip like honey."
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