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Teacherians

This is a teacherian.Teacherians live in Turkish towers on top of telegraph transmitters in Tibet.Teacherians eat tortoise toes, tangy tarts, tender toast, and tuna.Teacherians throw temper tantrums; torment students, try on toupees, and twiddle their thumbs.Teacherians teach trigonometry; enjoy tapestry, and like tanning their temples.

This teacherian told me to tape up my mouth. It tortured me and tore out my teeth.

Line 1: First nameLine 2: Four traits that describe characterLine 3: Relative (brother, sister, son, etc.)Line 4: Lover of _______(list three things orpeople)Line 5: Who feels _______ (three items)Line 6: Who needs _______ (three items)

Line 7: Who fears _______ (three items)Line 8: Who gives _______ (three items)

Line 9: Who would like to see _______ (three items)Line 10: Resident of_______ Line 11: Last Name_______

Claudia Carefree, happy, crazy and lazy.

Sister of no one.Lover of GUYS, dancing, summertime, and

swimsuits.Who feels happy when school is over, sad

when she can't go to the movies and strange when she's being serious.

Who needs sunshine, roses, and evenings.Who fears failing English, being lonely and

Giving a report in front of the whole class.Who would like to see herself become RICH,The Fly II, and Superman in person.

Resident of Sparks, Nevada Sofia.

Line 1: What color an emotion or idea is.Line 2: What the emotion tastes like.Line 3: What the emotion sounds like Line 4: What the emotion smells like.Line 5: What the emotion looks like.Line 6: What the emotion makes you feel like

Fall Fall is red and yellow.

It tastes like chicken soup.It sounds like wind through the trees.And smells like warm wood smoke.

It looks like what you see.When you get your new glasses.

It makes you feel energetic.

Walt Whitman (18191892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

Mannahatta

I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my city is that word up there, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, 5 Rich, hemmd thick all around with sailships and steamshipsan island sixteen miles long,solid-founded, Numberless crowded streetshigh growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprisingtoward clear skies; Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-modeld;

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The down-town streets, the jobbers houses of businessthe houses of business of the ship-

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merchants, and money-brokersthe river-streets; Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; The carts hauling goodsthe manly race of drivers of horsesthe brown-faced sailors; The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bellsthe broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down,with the flood tide or ebb-tide;

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The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formd, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in theeyes; Trottoirs throngdvehiclesBroadwaythe womenthe shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; A million peoplemanners free and superbopen voiceshospitalitythe most courageousand friendly young men; The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! 20 The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts! The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat,drink, sleep, with them!

William Wordsworth. 17701850

Daffodils

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 5 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay, 15 In such a jocund company:

I gazedand gazedbut little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood, 20 They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

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