Just a Dream
The Stooge of a teacher grabs the ruler.
He's walking towards you as you sit helplessly at your desk
Just prior to him providing you with a massive strike,
You wake up screaming,
You had it again.
You calmly collect yourself and wipe off the sweat.
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