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school dayscome gather around friends and il tell you a tale about the very first school and the dirty ink well when the headmasters hands were tied to a cane and the battle cry was recite that again and again when algebra was and history was dates and children were mannered and always must wait when manners was queen and adversity king and the book was the word and George was the king of comrades and pastors and masters of crews and do what i say and not what i do your taught to follow this golden rule whether you have pennies or shoes tip your cap to the master and do as your told and don't leave your children out in the cold wear a thick vest and go to your school and don't criticise and be branded a fool Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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