To the Educators
Dear teacher,
oh beloved wisdom preacher,
I do not want to be a mathemetician,
or a public speaker.
I do not want to visit in the Earth's core,
nor will I ever encounter the Civil War.
I wouldn't dare pursue a career in surgery,
for I am disgusted with all the blood and gore.
But thanful I remain,
For it takes someone who's truly a saint.
and perhaps a little crazy,
to educate the youth of today.
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