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Block 2


               Walk in  take my seat all I hear is big childrens feet

          The sent of her coffee fills the air all over the classroom 

      We sit and stare at her the lady with the red hair as she fills our minds with

          Knowledge like she fills her mug ,Lady with the red hair how talented you are giving                      

       us what we need you make that block so magical as if we are sitting in the stories you read

    Ah lady with the red hair you may blow a fuse but always give us what we need 

                                                well who is this lady 

                     its my 2nd block teacher mrs.Black

 

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