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Teacher Teacher, You teach fifth graders Who call you Miss T, But do they know That you taught a lonely young man How to kiss? As they stare into your face, And give you so much respect, Do they know that our lips locked For what seemed like A sweet eternity. we are complicated, More so than we admit. While you teach kids How to multiply and divide, And how to spell and write, Do they know you Made this young man Feel for the first time Just how sweet kisses are. You are a teacher, And you sure taught me, Quite a lot about love, though you did so as a friend, And not as a lover. You can feel proud To be the lucky girl Who was the first one To kiss me. Who knows if we Shall ever kiss again, But know that for once I know what I had Been missing during Those awkward teenage years, And teacher, That is enough.
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