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Teacher’s Lot
September the first, back to school again
Another year of hard work, all in vain
New year, new rules, mostly hot air
And last year thoughts disappear in thin air
We struggle to teach the unwilling child
We endeavour to tame the force of wild
At our homes, we try to make the ends meet
Stretching the boundaries of our own wit
However, end of the tunnel is bright
Counting the hours, days and weeks as one might
We can say, one whole week has almost gone
Only forty seven more weeks to come
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