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Finals

The dreaded end is near,
The sour-sweet taste of Christmas cheer.
I dread the tests that are coming,
O’ how my head won’t stop humming.
It tick-tocks and rocks against my skull,
For it knows the turmoil that will unfold,
Should my grades be anything less than A’s.
I waste my time dreaming about less stressful days.
I feel like the strain afflicted upon me is often too great,
So, I tend to under appreciate,
The great teachers and souls that dwell in my life.
Their hearts fill me like a burning fires light heats the desolate home.
So, alas I find my self pondering deep,
About the answers I must keep,
And the friends I must hold dear, for they seldom do appear.





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