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There I was in the first period of afternoon
very nervous on my first day at high school
I was called to headmasters office no less
he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool

I knew about this guy was a former boxer
6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took
but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful
wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook

So started it I did after the school day ends
always be thankful for that guy for his care
though therapy only helped very little
it was a start of my journey I was  to dare

Now some three years later my final day
which was in fact not to be really at all
my only day of truant was that last time
for all leavers were to receive their final call

That call for the lads was a shaving kit
to stand among all the school was too much
so much easier never to return to school
always better to go on in life to find my touch

School days formes our characters
through many experiences comes our way
how we react to these marks us through
in our life indeed there will be our stay

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