Boy in the back Row
Hey, raised my hand.
Yet again not seen.
Here!
Taking attendance but not yet remeberd.
Student in the front row
Teacher treats her like a queen.
Not asking for much.
Its really quite simple.
Know me! Reconize me frome the rest!
Dont come lecturing me, when iam failing your test.
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