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Listening To Teachers

I tell you ostracize begins
with “O”. Distressed, you say
you were sure it was “A”

He tells you Romeo
never loved Juliet
tells you it was all
a mad scramble of lust.
I never knew that, you say.

So I say
Stop. Just stop listening to us.
Except, of course,
when we’re Right
which we will
tell you
Almost Always
we Are, in Capital Letters.

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