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“Now then, may I ask a question?” sounds pretty ugly.
It’s almost exactly perplexing as a calculated error,
Or an easy problem posed by that living fossil of a teacher.
Most students with an apathetic interest would agree to disagree
That the quantum leap required to solve this needs an indecisive decision that less is more.

Then there’s that timeless moment when the student teacher,
With their unbiased opinion about modern history, states
“We came second best in Vietnam”, when military intelligence reports
We left the place completely unfinished.

You can hear the silent scream from each kid
In the small crowd, who’d rather be in front of their rent free
Reality T.V. watching the science fiction,
The Living Dead.

But with change being the only constant it’s fairly accurate to say
the new tradition for adult children of today
is to expect surprises.
They don’t wear plastic sunglasses and listen to soft rock with passive aggressive
“Sounds of silence” anymore.

As long as people remember they’re each unique
And they have no choice to believe in their own free will
Then it’s O.K. they each stand alone, together,
And have the same differences. They each can be as famous as the unknown soldier.

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