She taught, she paints and collects along the way,
Her store is filled with all things old,
Treasures, memories, silver and gold.
Her mathematic mind is still very keen,
Saturday she said she could out calculate me.
In her store of antiques I shop and I browse,
To search and find the latest piece she's housed.
A hat, a coat, a fur caplet, and and a pose,
A photoshoot, called for a poem not prose,
To glimpse at a teacher, who hasn't quit teachin'
Just not about math, now it's antiques she's preachin!
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