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School Of Life
We graduate from school,
And join the growing pool,
Of the Human Race,
To fight for a place,
We can finally stand,
A woman or a man,
We don't graduate from school,
This school of life, a rule.
The only time we leave,
The time for our release,
Lay down like an autumn leaf,
We will finally be at peace.
poem
by
Philo Yan
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