Look at that blackboard, full of equations and codes,
looking straight in our eyes, it shows us the knowledges sky.
Suffocating under chalk dust, it's like a classmate we can trust, a teacher who never leaves the school, and without it we can't act so cool.
It witnessed first love sign, and also the day when I was crying, it's a canvas for many young artists, and a companion when lone I sit.
It's part of every celebration, always there, no matter what situation,
a Greenarian in true sense, and neva occupies the last bench...!
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