Craters of the Moon /
Park lies outside the Eclipse/
path. How ironic.
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Where Would The Ruby-ed Shoe-bied Teacher Go? Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Poem
The blonde teacher/
crossed and uncrossed/
her ankles slow /
and lo!/
I watched her toes/
flow/
back-and-forth and to-and-fro/
and so/
I wondered where she would go/
if she clicked together, in the front row,/
her ruby slippers? I-O/
wa? Idaho?
I don’t know.