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When I was
young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for
form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being
cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now when I am old my teachers are the young.
What
can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain
at lessons fit to start a suture.
I got to school to
youth to learn the future.
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