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			<description>Moststudents do not look forward to their result days.&amp;nbsp; More specifically, they do not look forwardto their report cards, and I was neither Dilton Doley nor Hermione Jean Granger.Mathematics,especially &amp;hellip; the only thing about mathematics that I understood was that if itseemed ..</description>
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			<title>teachers</title>
			<description>My son, Inzamam, was only yesterday, beaten up by his teacher, his English teacher, for disturbing the class. I am sure he will not do it again because he is DEAD.&amp;nbsp;This is but a taste of the merciless and barbaric treatment children as young as five receive from their&amp;nbsp;Spiritual&amp;nbsp;parent..</description>
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			<title>The Burrow</title>
			<description>'Tis in luxury thou livethYet, not a penny 'tis thou givethThy share is naught but sorrowFor that day and its morrow&amp;nbsp;In death thy wealth wilt finishThy light and lust diminish'Tis sin thou dost borrowFor this day and the morrow&amp;nbsp;When the mighty buggle..</description>
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			<title>Spring</title>
			<description>Spring&amp;nbsp;What doth thou bring,Merry birds upon thy wingWhat sweet melodies they shall sing!All winter were the daffodils&amp;nbsp;Crushed by Nature's powerBut once more they shall towerUpon the Highland HillsUpon a Glorious April Day,The children come out to play.The redbreast finds his mateAnd all i..</description>
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