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Farewell, our Friend

The English Department

When we first met you, Israel Martín,
We thought you were very big.
A quiet, serious, large guy,
With big hazel eyes.
Almost two metres tall,
Yet, not talkative at all.
Being one of the English teachers
Is not your greatest feature.
Smart and organized as hell,
All in colourful, iDoceo cells.
Standards, criteria and scales
Never, ever seen in a male!
You take your iPad everywhere,
Your eyes fixed with a stare,
No work, but memes or games,
Whatever you claim...
You hide a bottle of whisky,
We reckon it’s a bit risky,
Your girlfriend says it’s water,
Or some tequila you bought her.
No doubt your set of guitars
makes you a super star,
You can spice up any meeting,
Even if there is no drinking.
Flamenco, pop or The Cure,
You can play, that's for sure.
We all know you’re no fool,
You’re going to another school,
One which is much better,
Kids learn things to the letter.
It was great to hang out,
You’ll be missed, no doubt.
We hope we can stay in touch 
'Cause we like you very much.

 

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