Anything In Class.

Mrs Josephs class is a babbling brook of children's great ideas, of learning, listening, taking notes and the clamorous heaters noises. The kids however think otherwise, it's also at the end of the day, they're all talking or riled up, they can't vent it any other way. And on her cream colored classroom walls, are all the thoughts and projects, what a sight! It reminds me of the Milky Way, all the stars strung up at night, you look around you when your bored in a test, and get some bright ideas, but the ones that grab your attention are the ones by the dictionaries, because there aren't any.

by john farr

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Comments (8)

This one is so cute~A little comedy here and good form and flow to match~this I could picture you performing live :)
odd how you dont realise what you have until its gone got past the parenting and the grandparenting but stll enjoying the great grandparentingIf only for the peace when he goes home
Io so mch enoyed reading this piece! It gave me a ((smile)) and was entertaining and yet true of how we feel sometimes when we are feeling all we do is cook, clean and take care of others... great title that drew me in with just the perfect imagery! . keep sharing as U write well, Shelley
The title made me think I was going fishing...except I use my own brand of lures...Minnows talk back...Mr. Wiffle doesn't. My wife is busy crying...because our only child has left and the house is big and empty. I got her a bird....maybe minnows?
The title pulled me in and the words sketched scenes I can recall as a dad. They are grown now. I miss the mess. The time they pulled the soap dish off the wall using it for a handle. thanks again, good work
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