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Chemistry Teacher

My teacher was not so good as yours seems to be, His name was Goodwill and he taught us Chemistry. He always wanted us to answer difficult questions, And beat you strong if you cannot balance equations. If you are late in class he'd twist and twist your ear Until it falls to the ground and you'll pick it there. He was so strong when he held you you'd wet your pants... (He had gigantic hands I once gave him a compliment) But a person can survive twenty four strokes I was the experiment, Don't ever disturb Goodwill and give him a comment! One time he held a student by the door And twisted his ear till it fell to the floor. I've never seen Goodwill apologize before And he will never, for that I'm sure.

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