8:30 Grammar Class Date: Friday, 1st August 2008 @ 09:30:44 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ediii Explaining the present continous tense shoulders rusty, he corrected my lips with the master's pen: the feet sanding the white walls, the table moving with those shoulders, the lokced doors bulging the voices eating each other in past simple he showed me the mistakes as I read the smiles within his hunger to teach This poem is Copyright © ediii Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=144308