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My Class

Our class of three suites me we get along just fine we play and romp and run around under the smiling sun we fall we're scraped we're cut too I always have to tie my shoe but no matter where or what the game no one will ever name names we compute in math like gears in a grinder we experiment in science and work together the boys and I get along just fine we'll always be together same class same time

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