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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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