That old school teacher

With the faded blue eyesight,

Peering through the mist.

 

Her hands waved like gills,

Unsure of her next movement,

Hair-brained and flustered.

 

Soft, faded blue eyes,

Innocent comprehension.

Mist clouds her judgment.

 

Long webby brown hair,

She belongs in the water.

She is like a fish.

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