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7:20 Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air, Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk  You only care about deadlines and scores on my test  You mark up my papers, you stay after class You couldn't care less if I actually pass 
With so many things I wish I could say, to all of my teachers day after day, I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's, to get a good job, so I won't serve fries. Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
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