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What could I have done to deserve this? He walked into my class a god My father with love in his eyes and burning anger What could I have done to deserve this? He beckoned to the tired looking Mathematics teacher to stop-- It struck me hard like thunder A resounding knock on my head What could I have done to deserve this? Thwack! Thwack! In my fifty third year I can feel my head still burning What could I have done to deserve this? My father has zero tolerance for Indiscretion This, he told me repeatedly -- But not once with his mouth
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
Guilty as charged
What could I have done to deserve this? He walked into my class a god My father with love in his eyes and burning anger What could I have done to deserve this? He beckoned to the tired looking Mathematics teacher to stop-- It struck me hard like thunder A resounding knock on my head What could I have done to deserve this? Thwack! Thwack! In my fifty third year I can feel my head still burning What could I have done to deserve this? My father has zero tolerance for Indiscretion This, he told me repeatedly -- But not once with his mouth
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
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