Pedagogy

James Long
Nov 15, 2021
1 min read

Quite child

Don't you know

How dangerous is here?

The puppet shells

All those before

Have raised you in good cheer

Hush child

You have not found

A safe place to abed

You'll build a labyrinth

Terrors tall

And run until your dead

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