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You stand at the front,


You stand at the front,

You talk for hours on end.

No one can understand you

As you speak from your crazy head.

 

Due dates are always changing

The criteria is hazy.

Class lessons are pointless 

You allow students to be lazy.

 

The clssroom lacks rules

You can't be everyone's friend,

It's time to retire,

You look like you are on your death bed.

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