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About This Poem
I'll Be Your Teacher
I'll be your teacher baby,
I'll learn you how to love.
Don't even think about maybe,
you know my hand fits your
glove.
Sugar, I'll teach you to lick the
honey,
and not get stung by the bee.
You can pay me a little money,
or you can get it all for free.
I'll drop you off the cliff,
leave you laying on the floor.
I'll hand you a handkerchief,
as I show you the front door.
Don't worry about your
infatuation,
We'll go from first grade, all the
way to graduation.
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