Class Clown.

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At first he was the person who spoke the least,
But he saw that he needed to be more social,
He ended up being the one who always spoke first,
And their grades went from the best to the worst, it was a personal nailed stake.

He was now a clown,
Hated by the teachers themselves,
His own class clown,
But loved by the students, ourselves.

So he decided to do everything he could to return,
But he couldn't change anything anymore,
The fire had already been lit and was burning,
He shouldn't be able to go back, But he tried harder, he tried more.

Don't let fate decide for you,
Walk your own path,
Don't be late or you will only have to pray,
Stop talking and study math,
Don't lie on your bed, or under the tree, stay at work.

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