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541. My Plan

I see you there
In the chair ahead
It would be easy
To tap your head
The teacher looks
Right at me
She knows my smile
Something soon to be
I wait my time
For her to go
My plan is made
Preparing just so
With a quick grasp
I take your hair
To the ink well
It fits right there
I giggle with glee
The ruler does hit
It’ll be two weeks
Before I can sit


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