The Absent Professor

The class was made of thirty-two,
Eager and brilliant minds,
From all across this unique globe,
And talents of all kinds.

They waited for the prof to come,
And teach them something new,
And I could hear their constant hum,
Since I was waiting too.

But on that day the prof didn't come,
For reasons never known;
So we just chatted by ourselves,
And then we all went home.

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