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To My Speech Therapist, Diane Warkow

My fifth grade teacher harassed me due to my lack of speech
She stuck to me like a leech
Each day I tried to escape her attack
She always came back.

Treating me like a toy
Was her big joy
My classmates bullied me too
I always felt blue.

Later I went to my final speech therapist
I thought my mom was an idealist
I really didn't like that
But now I give her a pat.

I had many therapists before
Which was a bore
And none of them had a clue
About what to do.

It took awhile
But my family started to smile
When I could speak
I no longer felt weak.

I also made a friend
On her I can always depend.

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