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I once was in love with my English teacher

The grooviest teacher in school

He wore John Lennon glasses, had long wavy hair

And a mustache like Ringo’s — cool

He wore bell bottom blue jeans and torn tennis shoes

And ended each class saying peace

And all of the other girl thought him, like me

Sweet as Bob Dylan’s poetry

When he talked about Dante there was fire in his soul

And the class was burning

Through Hemingway, Mark Twain and Yates and Thoreau

Didn’t know we were learning

Once I turned in a paper and he read it out loud

And for the rest of the week I floated on a pink cloud

I once was in love with my English teacher

Who loved Bob Dylan’s poetry

I had a picture of him behind the blue peacoat

In my locker

And someday I want a boyfriend like him

A Shakespeare-rocker

I had heard that he went to protest and led picket lines

And that he smoked things he shouldn’t sometimes

Once he brought a guitar and we spent the whole hour

Singing Bob Dylan’s poetry

«How many roads must a man walk down

Before they call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

And how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in wind

The answer is blown' in the wind

I once was in love with my English teacher

But on the last day of school

It was the last time I ever saw him

'Cause he was leaving too

He said the school let him go 'cause he never fit in

Then the draft sent him off to go see Ho-Chi-Min

And I cried 'cause there’d not been another like him

Teaching Bob Dylan’s poetry

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