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A poet who's about to show it. bzzzz
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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet

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You are my teachers,
No...
my fellow sons
and
daughters,
I was merely giving you
lessons with love,
not academic
or
curriculum orders.

I was Peter Pan
and
had my lost boys,
as we wrestled and laughed,
most our days,
through hand sumo
and
stories that taught
wise ways.

We would skateboard,
make up games,
practice handstands,
create targets
and hit the aims.

You lot reassured me
of my passion,
we could never sit down,
we were a group of action,
lazy teachers hated such,
tell us to keep calm
and quiet,
we say "follow us"
like the latest fashion.

Story time was
the best time,
In fact they help me improve,
my freestyle and rhymes,
now when I grab a mic
I come up with
all sorts of lines.

You were my caffeine
without the coffee,
soon as I heard you lot
shout my name,
awakened a childlike spirit
within my body.

Conversation is not dull
and
adult grey,
children of many nationalities
so it's a rainbow language,
I learn new words,
Spanish,
Swedish,
French,
you know S'il vous plaît
meaning please in French,
manors in all languages
to show them the way.

In a world where
most wake up
to war and hate,
I enter a sanctuary
where all I hear is
"I Love you"
like Dizzie Rascal,
together were little rascals;

With runny noses,
but too old to drawl,
we have a club
house and invited are all,
boys, girls and no doubt
"me" Mr Cool,
why is this?
because they know
I go against the
norm and rules.

it was sunny
in the building
regardless of the weather,
as soon as
we got together,
we would make our fun
last forever.

You made me a hero,
one that you deserved,
but not the one
you need right now,
I am your dark night,
the one to make
your dawns bright,
but I must now disappear
into the shadows...
but know one thing...
your in my heart for life.

Copyright Poem Le Hornet
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