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You have a PhD, but somehow there are 10, yes TEN full pages of errors in your book, but you didn't tell us that until the end of the final! No wonder almost everyone in the class is failing.
It may be your classroom,
It may be your class,
But it's our education,
And it's our future,
We tell you over and over,
Still you never listen,
What if your way, isn't our way?
I do not know you, but I love you. Well, maybe not love but I think you're cuteIt was your smiling eyes that roped me in; almond shaped with and noiseless grinA vacant gaze that rolls away, it wrests the words I want to say
