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The Rebel
School was not good to me. I was a rebel there you see. Always in trouble or in detention. Writing lines to many to mention. Always late never on time. A hundred excuses the blame was not mine. Sent out of lessons for acting the fool. I had the cane,the stick and of course the rule. Yes my school days were not good. They drove me quite mad,but when I left I felt a little sad. Although always in trouble had plenty of strife. I then realised there the best years of your life.
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The Rebel
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