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Dear Health Class


Health Class oh That stupid class No one ever wants to take it I swear the teacher knows it The info goes in one ear and out the other The teacher continues Kids fall asleep Until the dreaded Reproductive Unit Away they go signing their names Promising that they will be mature Behind her back fingers are crossed And the jokes have already begun She pulls up the video And glances are thrown to see who will break first The poor kid in the back Who just ate lunch Saw the baby come out And he lost his lunch The Janitor called The mess is no longer a stress This is just a few of my experiences in Health
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