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Teacher


Oh teacher, my teacher

You quickly became my preacher

Through and through you taught me well

From the start you were swell

Journalism, I learned to love

 

Oh teacher, my teacher

In myself, I tried to be a believer

But FCHS treated me bad

You picked me up when I was sad

Everyone else, I rose above

 

Oh teacher, my teacher

You will always be my favorite

You will be missed

I hope you stay blessed

You, I will forever be reminicient of

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