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Her warmth touched everyone,
Her presence felt delightful and snug.
After all the subject she taught was too complex,
To learn about plants, animals and ever other bug.
No one was like her,
All the others were just a bore.
Somehow her mirth always made us smile,
And sometimes even roar.
We lost touch with her,
Only to catch up years later.
Nothing had changed all this while,
The list of her pupils only grew greater.
Then one day, she passed away,
Just like that, shocking one and all.
But her infectious smile lingers on,
From inside her white pall.
- Dedicated to my favorite Biology teacher who passed away in the recent past.