Don't Call Me the Cheater
I worked my best,
and all it took was one wuick moment to stop me!-
"Emily, you've unintentionally plagiarized."
And I could fix it and all would be well.
Yet, you decide to wait until the last week of school
to grade and give me zeros for 'unacceptable work.'
Thanks alot.
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