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One NEVER realises 
Impressions that were made
By tutors in our youthful days
By something that was said.

Aged ten, going on eleven,
Last year in Primary  school,
One saying placed 'bove chalkboard,
'Twas teacher's 'golden rule'

Our teacher, Mr. Howieson,
A character, no doubt,
A wicked sense of humour,
Though would still 'call you out'

Directed us, his pupils,
In his class, from day one, 
When written 'comprehension' 
On paper, should be done.

IF, in our school work, written,
In class OR when at home,
Certain words we used there
Be that, essay or poem.

Most certain would be marked down,
Attention MUST be paid, 
To "Never use 'GET-a, GOT-a, NICE-a, LOT-a, 
AND or SAID' " 





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