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MY TEACHER
On my first day he helped me out,
Made sure there wasn't a tear or pout,
Throughout the years he was the one,
Who made me think that school was fun,
He helped me through every issue,
From bullying, english, maths, he was one of few,
He helped me grow from baby to fawn,
I graduated and now he's gone,
I dearly miss that good old man,
He made me think, I can, I can,
He was the one, who helped me love every one of my features,
And he was known as one of the Junior school teachers.
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