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<p class="has-text-align-center">How sitting still inside those four walls with the white or blackboards, don’t do squat for our knowledge in life that came later…translated…</p>



<p><em>We’re Not Allowed to Take it Out of Class</em></p>



<p><em>The Scratch Paper We Used for the Math Tests</em></p>



<p><em>We’re Not Supposed to Discuss Those Word Problems</em></p>



<p><em>Or Give Off Any Answers</em></p>



<p><em>To Those Who Had Yet to Take the Exams</em></p>



<p><em>On the Scratch Paper We Put Down Our Thoughts, Those</em></p>



<p><em>Formulas Written Wrong</em></p>



<p><em>The Final Page of the Test, with the Hardest Questions, the Uneducated, Guesses</em></p>



<p><em>We’d, Used the Methods of Solving, along with the Plans We’d, Given Up on</em></p>



<p><em>After the Class Period,</em></p>



<p><em>Nobody Will Need Those Scratch Papers Anymore</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-center">like, this???</p>



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<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>They’re Only Saved in the Temporary, Present-Tense</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>They’d Allowed Us to Crumple up Those Sheets, Toss</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>Them All Away</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>Continuing on in Our Lives</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>Until the Very End,</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>They Will All Suddenly, Come Back</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>To Between All of Us</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>To Our Deathbeds</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>Those Present Tense, Crumpled Up</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-right"><em>Those Things that the Poets Would, Need</em></p>



<p class="has-text-align-center">And so, this, is on how useless those things we’d learned in school, tested over on those exams became to us in life, and, in the end, all the knowledge we’d learned, all those perfect A-pluses, amounted to, absolutely, N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!</p>
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