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The
Substitute
Deep
silence crept across the class As
she swept into the room She
could have been walking on glass An
icy queen of doom Spit
balls and pencils up in the air All
came to a halt when she gave a glare In
time with the ticking clock She
walked like a strutting peacock We
glanced at each other scared, As
though all our secrets to be bared Our
hearts began to pound In
fear our feet stuck to the ground
Her
sweet voice wafted by Out
of our nightmare we awoke Like
birds gliding in the sky One
by one we let out a sigh And
soared like a butterfly -
Ragini Srikrishna VII A
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