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The wayward road that leads me astray
Somewhat led me to this heaving Slander
Where the moulde'ring heap of knowledge
Flustered not astray
A woman she was brave and humble
I meet her down this wayward bumble
A woman who helped restore my fumble
Not through words but by action
She leaps out her hand in wayward motion
O' Teacher's O'Teacher so calm and gentle
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