Time Is A Measurement Teachers Don't Know

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Study tonight,

so you'll be bright, 

get the answers right,

to soar at new heights. 

 

Come into school,

wipe off your drool, 

sharpen your pencil,

it's your only machine tool!

 

Take a test,

try your best,

get some rest,

because i know you're stressed.

 

You stay up late,

you miss meals you wish you ate,

you rip your hair out,

because of the subject you seem to hate.

 

All I ask,

as a hardworking student,

is to do your task,

and not leave my grade truant.

 

I wait and i wait for this grade,

you postpone everyday!

 

I do my work,

and so should you,

teacher get out of the book,

and grade a paper or too!

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