stares at the teacher.
She can't understand,
can't grasp the idea.
All she can see is the voice,
rising high and low,
changing pitch and shape.
She can see each sound,
its shape, its colour,
The other's can't.
She's special.
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| She sits on the chair, stares at the teacher. She can't understand, can't grasp the idea. All she can see is the voice, rising high and low, changing pitch and shape. She can see each sound, its shape, its colour, The other's can't. She's special. |
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