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[title] => 8:30 Grammar Class
[time] => 2008-08-01 21:30:44
[hometext] => a description of one of my individual grammar lessons in Malaga, Spain.
[bodytext] => 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
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