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Saturday, April 30, 2011

198: Saturday Class

It's that time again
when school's out and time's been won
to be free and have no one 
tell you to get up.

It's Saturday, the weekends come 
and I'd like to go and have fun
the sun is out, the blossoms fly
but I can't play 
nope, not until
my long, hard class is done.

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