A CLASS ROOM

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Writing this poem was a challenge watching the learner's and teachers teach and play and learn. Even through the difficult tiles we always pulled through 

That's mainly what the poem is aboutAll Rights Reserved

before class memories old

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A CLASS ROOM
Wed, Oct 7, 2020

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A CLASS ROOM
Wed, Oct 7, 2020

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