My teachers yesteryear
Potters of men
When I tore my notebook with pencil
As I write and clean, clean and write
With holes in my short
And white shirt turned grey
We solved arithmetic
Learned spellings
Rip our notebooks to design planes and caps
Prick each other with pencil tips
And other award winning pranks.
(Wednesday 12th November,1997)
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