arthmetic rthymatic
Its a Arithmetic Rhythmic
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The sound of math is freighting
I complete the work with adding and subtracting
Though the answer is never suitable
I cry I get frustrated, I don’t know what to do
I toss my papers to the ground
Then I spot you
Algebra II in one hand then calculator in the other
You slid yourself over and asked me what’s the bother
I just don’t understand this algebra II scam
So she laid down the steps from 1 to 2
Now understanding is a breeze
Unlike you I’m getting A’s and B’s
Don’t just sit there looking like a slump
Ask for help
A guarantee your grade will go bump-bump
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