Mira's poem for her new teacher

Dear Ms. A, It's different here, I feel like fear. I don't know what I should do, But with you, I feel brand new. When you give us some skills and teaching, We will feel and get like old, and we cannot repeat this poem. I don't know what's in my heart, I feel like it's a mystery in my heart. Love, Your Secret Admirer


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