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Working Hands


The Boards are white

As Blank as the faces

Everyone is polite

Because everyone knows their places

The teachers expect more

Than the students can offer

They show everyone the door

Instead the students suffer

The students want to use their hands

And the teachers say no

The teacher already made the plans

Instead here is something you should really know

Axb=c and 3.14=pie

The students are clueless

And the teachers dont know why

The students think all of this is useless

Just remember one thing

That working with hands

Will make the students Sing

Without any demands

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