"Do you have a poem in your pocket?" my friend Kerry asked me last Thursday. We were in the middle of administering a schoolwide math assessment, but there was a temporary lull in the action.
"No," I shook my head, confused.
"I have mine!" she waved a copy of Byron's famous poem, "She Walks in Beauty."
"But isn't it next Thursday?" I said.
Her face fell. "What? No way! I was thinking I finally got one over on you!" she sputtered as she searched the date for this year. "Dang it! You're right again!"
"I just happened to look it up yesterday," I laughed apologetically, "because I've been doing the poetry challenge in the Times."
She shook her head in mock disappointment.
"Next week!" I said cheerfully as we returned to our task.
"Do you have your poem in your pocket?" my friend Mary asked today.
"No!" I answered, aggravated with myself. "I totally forgot!" I sighed. "I guess I'd better fess up to Kerry!"
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