#NaPoWriMo Day 15
The Paragon
Someone to
look
up
to
Rows of cross-legged children
with cricks in their necks
He won an OBE
the perfect headmaster
Author of 'Titty's Terrible Talks'
could crush us like insects
under
his
feet.
I sometimes wish I was a tree My arms raised worshipping the starred sky, The moon with her lily light shine Feeling the magic of the soft...
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