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PSALM OF CRIBBLING

Tell me not of your horrid numbers
Life is but an empty dream
For the stupid fool that slumbers
Does not receive marks as they seem
Marks are real Teachers crue
lAnd to make you fail their goal
Marks thou need and marks returnst
Thats needed in the school.

Not lend neither borrow
Your destined end or way
But to cheat so that each tomorrow
Finds you farther than today
Chits are long Time is fleeting
And make your hearts and stout and brave
Still like muffled drums are beating
And thats when u march towards father's grave

In world's broad field of testz
In the bivouc of marks
Be not be like dumb pests
BE a hero in the cribbling work.
Trust no teacher however pleasant
:Let the conscience bury its dead
Act -Act in the living present
Chits within and hands overhead

Lives of foolish cheaters all remind us
We can make our life sublime
And departing leave behind us
Evidence that wud destroy thine
Evidence that perhaps another
Sailing over testz solemn maim
A forlom stupid jealous brother
Seeing shall take to Dad Again

Let us then be up and cheating
Without a heart for any feat
Still achieving still pursuing
Learn to crib and to cheat..............

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