What To Do :: Octava Real

Joining class after retirement was wrong act. Again, I have to sit with assignment work. Teachers will surely make me learn; that is fact. I'll be outlier in class with hidden smirk. My class performance and progress will be tracked. Ultimately, I'll not be able to shirk. Parent-Teacher's day, I will have to attend, To hear sermons from the Principal to mend. ~x~x~
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Roy Avatar
January 4, 2020 at 1:38 AM
Thank you Michelle for your kind words. God bless you.
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January 4, 2020 at 12:06 AM
Very astute description of the struggle of student life, nicely done rhymes-
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