For My English Teacher

March 18, 2010
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Every single English class
Never is the same,
Giving it an absorbing mood
Like no other class I can name.
I love how you can make us learn
Some more ideas each day,
Having nothing but a little fun
Conspired all the way.
Lazily we come to class,
Attentions still on beds.
Still, somehow, you wake us up
Successfully; you fill empty heads.





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