Amphibian, the first thing I got
right the first time I felt I mattered to someone, was when I spelled this
word that had four syllables and had a P and an H instead of an F.
In the 3rd grade only one out of twenty students
in my class got this correct and I was the student.
My teacher was so proud
and she wanted to thank my parents for helping me.
If only she knew, I
wish she knew, I hated her for not knowing.
Not knowing that there are others words you could not have
paid me to spell like, parents, safety or love.
But I could spell
broken just fine.
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