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Did I make sure I packed all my things? I wish I could grow wings Where did all this traffic come from? I should just quit now, and become a bum There is just so much work to do today And I'm tired of keeping my social life at bay I wonder if the kids will be nice Or if I need to repeat myself twice As long as they learn something I will sing Sing so high that I did it! Until I see my school loan and throw a fit At the end of the day, the children are what matters Even if it's my credit score on a platter Teaching kids can be so much great I'm so glad I did not wait.
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