Written by Kaffe Myers
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Caged Magister sitting in his chair
Looking at his children, pulling his hair
Trying to correct their wrongs
Everyone is dancing to their own songs
Running left and right without a care
Their shenanigans make people stare
All attention goes their way
The Magister can only sit there and pray
I can not prevent all their doings
What they're saying
Where they're going
I'm outleagued
I can only teach them what to do
And what to say
And hope that they
Will listen
Friday, October 3, 2008
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