Jesus is in my class.
He comes late,
wears a thirty-year-old trench coat
matching the colour of his
shoulder length hair.
He took a nap once, and
asked a question about the
fourth crusade I didn't
understand. He drinks
large coffees with a red straw
and sits on the floor.
He wears boots not sandals.
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21 February 2006
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