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Feb 2020
Some words
The four lettered kind you know
Seem to be so overused
That their primary meaning
Has lost its use
It doesn’t make sense
To hear a youth
Or on a show
Or at the desk next to you
Over salting it between
Regular words ruined
I know you think your cool
To the rest of the school
But really it’s just sad
That you talk so bad
I can’t understand this language
You claim is human
It’s made up of a few tacky letters
So don’t talk to me anymore Mr. F
Nothing’s getting thru
You are now a word whisker
It even hurts my ...blank
It needs no explanation.
Mrs Timetable
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Mrs Timetable  F/The Exclusion Zone
(F/The Exclusion Zone)   
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     Carlo C Gomez, N, BLT, Mark S, --- and 3 others
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