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First day, and I can tellthe way you speak, your lessons smell.
To the teacher that ruined my dreams:Thank you.To the teacher that ruined math for me:Thank you.To the teacher that always made me harmony:Thank you.To the teacher that never had time for me:Thank you
We walk. Down the halls, Into to a classroom, Right to our desk. You teach. Boringly, Monotoned, and we sleep. You give us homework. We don't do or stay up till 2. No dresses work for you. Too short, No sleeves, No boobs. We don't care.
Oh great and powerful how knowledgable are thee To conquer my mind in the neck of time I listen and enjoy Blasphemy! I beg to differ for you are the lesser than me
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