The Blackboard

What does your mind get striked with, when you think of,
THE BLACKBOARD?

He passed by her classroom everyday just to catch a glimpse of her.
However, she never knew about the secret admirer.

I was bread and she was my jam. We were the best pair to be thought....
Yet, I was toasted
And she often went stolen from the jar.

Millions of disappearing visitors,
Deforming the lives through white scribbles.
Letters may fade but knowledge will never.
Where your partner becomes chalk and duster,
Leaders attach to like a moth.
To be with you everyone happyily come forth! - THE BLACKBOARD!!
---Dive into past---
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