To be wary of dodgers
All the wooden chairs
Raped my piles out
We hated it
Some loved it
But student don grow to critic
I could remember
None of us could differentiate
A formal and informal letter
But our intention
Was always sincerely faithful
No one could call me Sherlock Holmes
Nobody could even call me...anything
Anything than a prophet
I have graduated so many
By group assignments
Then why not call me a messiah?
A little messiah!
