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Where doth this class of wayward minds journey from today? Hath they ascended straight from hell to scare us all away? Not so, for they hath met their match, two teachers with a goal. To teach these pupils who hath come from yonder Plutonian shore. Though they be many and be strong, the teachers will not yield. The English language and written word are their sword and shield. They fight the battle day and night against ignorance and woe, refusing to give up and allow learning to begin to slow.
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I just want to be heard and use my words to evangelize.

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