That time of year where I get showered with giftages, amongst the chocolates and smelliest this year was a brooch with a cat, owl, honey pot, and palm tree. At first I didn't make the connection then it dawned that it was the poem the Owl and The Pussycat. A poem that we revisited many times this academic year and one I think the class will always remember. I am so grateful for that little gift and the memories it will hold forever.
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