The Goat

September 7, 2018

Mr. Mulsoff was really the goat

Even when he forced me to take notes

He believed in me when I didn’t

He pushed me even when I resisted

Math wasn’t my thing

Only thing I knew was cha ching

Now I know my powers

After 7th hour

Thanks Mulsoff

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