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* Repeatedly. My MS title + Jordan Davis = Somebody's coveted sneakers!



** Mrs. Alexander, or a Mrs. A, was my 3rd & 4th grade teacher. The one that forced me to write my first poem. She didn't like my long bangs falling in front of my face, so once she grabbed me and made an impromptu ponytail on my forehead. Horrifyingly shy, I ran from the room, thusly unicorned. Ms. Fuson, my science teacher, helped me undo the rubberband and stop the flow of tears. So yes, dear Googler, that was special & thanks for the memories. Actually, Ms. Fuson is in this poem, under a soodonim.