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When my teacher passed






It reminds me of my past





The thought of it makes me sad













I see it wasn’t all that bad






She taught me to spell







It was all so swell







But as we go along







I say so long





As I think of good memories










We share a good bond





It makes me shine





She taught me to round













It is such a pleasant sound





As I walk across the ground





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