Classes
I wake up every morning thinking about my day
Wondering if I should go to school or stay
Since education is my only way out
I pick myself up
And wander about
I walk into school and see many faces
The first I see is Shakespeare then Bill Gates
Next is Isaac Newton and then Dalton who are kind of mates
I end off the day with President Obama
Those are my classes for you other than drama
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