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There once was four students Who all came together For a project that requires thought and prudence In a class taught by Ms.Fether We’ll begin with the jock Who’s as dumb as a rock Next there’s the dumb blonde Of who many are fond Then there’s the one who’s in love with art In art fairs her work is shown Let’s not forget the one who has a big heart But is always found alone The blond just stared at the clock As the did the clueless jock, The artist wanted to make a model of a brain And the loner didn’t complain It had to be done in a week But the blond and the jock were lazy So they’re chances looked bleak And that drove that drove the loner and artist crazy.
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