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There once was a pretty good student, who sat in a pretty good class and was taught by a pretty good teacher, who always let pretty good pass. He wasn't terrific at reading, he wasn't a whiz-bang at math; but for him education was leading straight down a pretty good path. he didn't find school too exciting, but he wanted to do pretty well, and he did have some trouble with writing, and nobody had taught him to spell. When doing arithmetic problems,pretty good was regarded as fine; five and five needn't always add up to ten, a pretty good answer was nine. The pretty good student was happy with the standards that were in effect, and nobody thought it was sappy if his answers were not quite correct. The pretty good class that he sat in was part of a pretty good school, and the student was not an exception; on the contrary, he was the rule. The pretty good school that he went to was there in a pretty good town. And nobody there ever noticed he could not tell a verb from a noun. Te pretty good student, in fact, was part of a pretty good mob, and the first thing he knew what he lacked was when he looked for a pretty good job. It was then, when he sought a position, he discovered that life can be tough,, and soon he had a sneaky suspicion that pretty good might not be good enough. The pretty good town that our story was part of a pretty good state which had pretty good aspirations ad prayed for a pretty good fate. There once was a pretty good nation, pretty proud of the greatness it had, but which you learned much too late, if you want to be great, pretty good, in fact, is, pretty bad.
 
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There once was a pretty good student, who sat in a pretty good class and was taught by a pretty good teacher, who always let pretty good pass. He wasn't terrific at reading, he wasn't a whiz-bang at math; but for him education was leading straight down a pretty good path. he didn't find school too exciting, but he wanted to do pretty well, and he did have some trouble with writing, and nobody had taught him to spell. When doing arithmetic problems,pretty good was regarded as fine; five and five needn't always add up to ten, a pretty good answer was nine. The pretty good student  was happy with the standards that were in effect, and nobody thought it was sappy if his answers were not quite correct. The pretty good class that he sat in was part of a pretty good school, and the student was not an exception; on the contrary, he was the rule. The pretty good school that he went to was there in a pretty good town. And nobody there ever noticed he could not tell a verb from a noun. Te pretty good student, in fact, was part of a pretty good mob, and the first thing he knew what he lacked was when he looked for a pretty good job. It was then, when he sought a position, he discovered that life can be tough,, and soon he had a sneaky suspicion that pretty good might not be good enough. The pretty good town that our story was part of a pretty good state which had pretty good aspirations ad prayed for a pretty good fate. There once was a pretty good nation, pretty proud of the greatness it had, but which you learned much too late, if you want to be great, pretty good, in fact, is, pretty bad.
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Whoa, that's so true.
 
Ugh! That stupid hawk came back again and sat on top of my coop, as it wanted to get my chickens again!
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