The Test

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So many questions,
So little time,
The clock is ticking,
Time is blowing away.

Time is almost up,
So little is answered,
I feel the pressure,
From my head to my toes.

I’m afraid to see,
What grade I’ll get.
I’m not even sure,
I’ve done number three yet.

As the timer goes off,
The teacher collects it,
I know my parents will have a fit.
While I sit and wait,
I wonder what will be my fate.

I got an F,
I know that’s true.
I’m so scared,
I might turn blue.

Maybe a D,
Or even a C.
When it comes back,
I see,
I got a B!





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