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All the Kids Aged Twelve Gone

When I got there, I saw none: All the kids aged Twelve gone; The Dreamers to be University Don; Plus the one I knew would be A CON His case files already weighing a ton And should make The Faint-Hearted run! An Unacceptable Habit has been born And True Discipline badly torn; You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy: A school child’s infuriating Flippancy And Vast Topic in Delinquency … Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency But alluding some father’s Inadequacy And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy A truancy of a chosen morn Was to hit the next day’s dawn With the deviants refusing to mourn Because it has to do with corn They weren’t told its color could be fawn!

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