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Chalk
What would I have learnt without chalk
crude and simple on the wooden board,
the duster on its wooden block raising
fogs of dust snowing on the floor,
covering the master's shoes ,who coughed
as he snapped a new piece before he wrote?
The blackboard creaked as he turned it over
the next class on the back, Lower Fourth
I think, they always followed us
Old Nick preferring them to us.
He taught us maths. resenting every sum.
Like the others he wrote in chalk
and used a black board rubber.
When Autumn term began the board was fresh
with black board paint and difficult to clean,
Old Nick hated it; even more than us,
but we could not learn without the chalk
and with it learnt still less.
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