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I had an English teacher I did not like too well,
I'd always disrupt her class and make her life a hell.
I would shoot spit wads at her when she turned her back,
Angrily she would yell at me from my accused attack.
I drove her into retirement I was happy for it back then.
Yet now I suffer from it for in the long run she did win.
Yes I failed in English as you can truly see,
for there ain't any punctuation correctly found from me.



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